"And why would I trust a turncoat like you...?"
Matthias spoke behind his guards, his tone cautious and ready to sprint at a moment's notice.
Elberich was one thing, but he knew he could control him; as for Fenrix, he was a wildcard, one that would only spell doom for Snowkeep if Matthias accepted his offer without thinking.
He placed a hand on his pocket, one that hid a bell, a bell to signal other guards in the forest to stay on high alert.
A last choice scenario, if things had gone to hell during the meeting.
"Relax... I'll show you that I can be trusted in the future."
Fenrix bowed before Matthias, before leaving from where he entered, into the forest and disappearing.
"Let's head back to the palace... I'll tell the guards to heighten security for a while."
Matthias shivered; he didn't want someone like Fenrix snooping around Snowkeep.
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Justinian's Camp - Outskirts of Bridgeton
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