Gwen tucked the letter into her bosom and, with a small knife, cut a few strands of hair from Dean Brand.
"Let's go, then."
Just as Gwen was about to stand, she heard Eric's sharp cry: "Get down!"
The sharp clash of metal blades followed. With a loud CLANG, a longsword was sent flying, clattering to the ground.
The owner of the longsword, a Knight who had appeared in the doorway at some point, stared at Eric in astonishment.
He was stunned by Eric's speed. A mere Cultivator had left him utterly defenseless.
The tip of Eric's Viking Sword was now pressed against his throat.
The Knight hastily raised his hands, signaling the other Knights behind him not to move.
"Brother William, you have violated our agreement!" As the standoff continued, Torod's voice echoed from a distance.
