The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of burnt orange. The fires lit around the village crackled softly, casting flickering shadows along the palisades.
Lucen was doing his rounds with Harlik. Despite it only having been made in a day with few materials, the fortification of Dorsen was done better than he expected.
"Do you think the Viscount Drenwick will really send someone to finish us off?" Harlik, who was walking beside Lucen, asked.
"Based on my years of reading novels, the villain would be like-" Lucen then spoke in a way that made him look sleazy. "We can't have any loose ends. Kill them all. Don't bother coming back if you fail."
"Huh? You're basing this on the novels you read? Also, for many years, you've spoken as if you've lived a long time now."
