The whole of the Slevian sect stirred.
If the arrival of the unexpected caravan was enough to get everyone's curiosity, then the prospect of the duel guaranteed everyone's undivided attention.
"Where shall we stand?" the mercenary asked, his thumbs tucked underneath the belt that held one part of his armor together. His entire self was radiating confidence if not outright nonchalance.
"Normally, we go for private settings when it comes to duels, but…" Theo turned his head and looked at the huge crowd that watched every last detail of the exchange. "Right now, I don't think we can afford to turn everyone away, could we?"
There was something in Theo's voice and the way he carried himself that forced a similar change in the hired sword.
Rather than upholding a confident, confrontational attitude like the man he just challenged, Theo was out there worrying about the mundane problems that someone living the life of a mercenary could perfectly understand.
