Jolthar and Myron watched as the Count turned and walked back toward the castle, his expression as unreadable as ever.
Jolthar crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing as he watched Hamen disappear into the castle. He said,"The Count's not what I expected."
Myron nodded, his expression thoughtful. "He's not afraid of the Empire," he said. "Or the Chittera. Quite a man, he is."
Jolthar smirked.
Myron turned towards Jolthar, folded his arms, and studied Jolthar with a scrutinizing gaze. His piercing eyes gleamed with curiosity, laced with a hint of amusement.
Then, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, he spoke.
"Since when have you been obeying the empire's officials?" His voice carried a quiet challenge, his words sharp as a blade. "I didn't take you for the kind of man to follow another's orders."
