Listening to the voices of doubt from the two former colleagues.
Watching their eyes filled with anger.
Tyrone still lay leaning against the pile of straw, his expression calm.
His gaze looked into the distance.
Indeed.
The soldiers responsible for guarding them cast questioning glances.
It was only after discovering they were merely conversing that their gaze shifted away.
Tyrone understood the soldiers' supervision over them was even more lax than imagined.
The feeling was nothing like overseeing captives or slaves.
It was more as if protecting their safety.
Tyrone's gaze shifted, looking at the two burly men, he began asking.
"Swearing allegiance to this young lord, is it a betrayal to the Portlands Empire?"
The two burly men exchanged a glance, one of them answered firmly.
"Of course!"
The other also nodded in agreement.
Tyrone continued asking: "If this counts as betrayal…"
