Morvyr was staring intensely towards Fenrir.
The beast stood there quietly, yet the anticipation radiating from it had only continued to rise.
Morvyr then looked toward Otuk.
The troll was powerful. Far more powerful than it had been when it first encountered them. And from the troll's words, it could have defeated them back then if only it could've fought one-on-one.
If it were now, the troll should have very low odds of losing. In fact, there shouldn't be any possibility of losing.
Even so, Noah had agreed far too easily. That confidence bothered him greatly. He would've been more confident if Noah had at least acted as if he really didn't want to do this.
"What do you receive if your beast wins?" Morvyr had to ask.
Noah's hand finally stopped. That same hand pointed to Otuk.
"I don't really ask for a lot. The only thing I want is his corpse."
Morvyr didn't answer.
