The roegadyn reached for his axe when tension mounted. He didn't level it, just held it. But it was clear he was itching to use it.
Eristan tried not to sneer. True, he was outnumbered, but that's what the roegadyn was for. He put on his most obnoxiously charming smile. "Listen, I'm not looking for a fight. Fine, S'kyla's not for sale." He looks up to S'kyla with an outstretched hand. "They say you have free will. Come with me freely and I promise you won't regret your...decision."
Eristan tried not to sneer. True, he was outnumbered, but that's what the roegadyn was for. He put on his most obnoxiously charming smile. "Listen, I'm not looking for a fight. Fine, S'kyla's not for sale." He looks up to S'kyla with an outstretched hand. "They say you have free will. Come with me freely and I promise you won't regret your...decision."
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