Raylo looked at the man before him.
He looked to be in his early forties and possessed the strength of a Domain Knight.
But he carried none of the vibrant spirit of a young expert, only an unshakeable weight.
Just as Raylo was about to speak, another figure emerged from the tent.
It was a young woman, who looked to be a few years older than Raylo.
She too wore a suit of Leather Armor. Her short, neat black hair made her look all the more dashing and formidable.
Her face also showed fatigue, but her big, bright eyes held a livelier spark than her brother's.
"Freya White," she introduced herself, her voice crisp and clear.
She was also a Domain Level Knight, yet she was almost unreasonably young for it.
She walked to Hank's side, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him, and also studied Raylo with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Count Raylo."
