Bang!
"Where the fuck does that bastard get off in treating us like this!"
Moments after Frost left the company of Avarice and his colleagues one of the late stage B-ranks roared to the high heavens while another violently slammed her fists against the nearest table.
This group of B-ranks were trusted and highly valued soldiers under the old noble families and Prince Sedrick and throughout their tenure never had they been so disregarded and insulted. This Lord from the boonies should be bowing ninety degrees at the sight of them, kissing their asses, grovelling at their feet and treating them like the superiors they were. It took all they had not to flip out and attack Frost during his little tirade.
