"Lord Eamon. I did not know that you would be bringing guests to welcome us." Vorath's voice was like his shape; it was sharp and pointed.
Atrox watched it all with interest. '...Was he surprised because he was only expecting Eamon? Or is there more? Maybe he thought Eamon would be the final authority...'
Eamon turned and bowed to Atrox. "My Lord, Clan leader of the Soryu Clan. This is the mercenary company, the Black Sun Company. They have come to help us."
Atrox tapped his fingers on the chair first before saying anything. His first impression of the warlord was not good. He did not like that man. No, it was more than that. Had they met under different circumstances, perhaps things would have been different, but as it was, he did not like him.
And he was sure the feeling was mutual. The reason for it, from Atrox's side, was because he could smell and point out those who were just as ambitious as himself.
