"You're going to the River Domain?"
Sean's reaction was completely different from everyone else's.
Upon hearing Roland's plan, the good-natured friend showed neither concern nor sadness, nor did he offer his blessings.
He just froze for a moment, then asked in a worried tone.
"By yourself, Roland?"
"I heard from Uncle Peyton that the River Domain isn't exactly a peaceful place. Trade is booming there, but it also attracts all sorts of shady characters, with different factions fighting openly and in secret..."
His brow furrowed deeper, and his speech quickened unconsciously.
"Roland, Uncle Peyton compared it to a powder keg with a gold trim—magnificent on the surface, but fraught with danger on the inside."
He counted on his rough fingers, listing the rumors he'd heard one by one.
