Thelon shuddered, thinking it was a servant coming, but didn't expect a mere underling to dare mock him. He turned his bulky body with a roar.
"Who's there!"
He turned around but didn't see anyone. Before he could realize what had happened, a breeze blew by his side.
Suddenly, with a "thud," Thelon was startled into a cold sweat, his drunken stupor flushing out with it.
He nervously turned his head back, only to see a wine bottle placed on his table. A middle-aged man in leather armor leaned on the table with his arm and sat down opposite him.
"Thelon Gard, Earl of Sparrow Wood Territory, it seems you've had an unpleasant evening." The voice was hoarse and steady, without any emotion. "Since no one is accompanying you, why don't I join you for a drink?"
"Who... who are you?!" Thelon stared fearfully at the stranger before him, forcing himself to suppress his fear and the urge to flee, as he demanded in a fierce tone.
