Oh, Serif looked at Zhadra with curiosity. To be considered the person with the most offensive power, even while he was here, that was certainly impressive and a little annoying.
But a small smile appeared on his lips, the type that if you weren't vigilant, you wouldn't notice.
Veymir cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself, "Oh, even with Serif here?"
"Yes sir, you and Serif haven't been around much, but without disrespect to sir Serif," the bulky man with the sleeveless shirt nodded towards Serif, "I'd say, she beats you in pure offensive power, I'm sure everyone here agrees."
The others looked uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with Serif, fidgeting but still nodding in agreement nonetheless.
Meanwhile, the person in question, Zhadra didn't look at Serif or Veymir, eyes stayed fixed on the map, arms folded, her expression straight, as if she had no concerns in the world.
