The leader of the Iron Jackals stared at Lucien, then at Seran, before glancing toward the village behind them.
The fighting near the gate had weakened considerably. He could no longer hear the confident shouts of his men. What remained were scattered clashes, frightened cries, and the occasional snap of a crossbow string from somewhere beyond the wall.
A strange smile appeared on his face.
"Just the two of you?" he asked as he lifted his sword slightly. "Do you really think two children can stop me?"
Lucien chuckled.
Seran laughed outright. "Very frightening."
The leader's jaw tightened, and his attention settled on Seran. "You filthy con artist. This must have been your work."
Seran raised both hands innocently. "I would love to take credit, but most of this was arranged by the strange fellow beside me."
Lucien elbowed him.
"Enough talking," Lucien said. "Help me finish him quickly. Consider it a small side quest before we start preparing to kill dragons."
