"Hyman." Roderick waited for everyone to funnel out of the room before approaching his old friend. Hyman gave a passing glance at the old warrior before sighing and leaning backwards, grabbing his forehead in annoyance.
"What is it, old man?" Roderick gave a playful smirk and looked him up and down, getting a grin from Hyman.
"That brat. Lord Limb." Roderick said with a deeply distrustful tone. Looking at Maxwell and Ralph, Hyman waved his hand, dismissing Roderick's concerns that they may say anything to outsiders, "He's a Kinslayer, old friend."
"Give me the proof before you make that accusation."
"Can we drop the pretence when alone?" Hyman narrowed his gaze and sighed, nodding, "No one needs proof to know that he killed his mother and siblings. Girls and boys. Kinslayers are fated to suffer terrible fates, but that is not my concern."
