The 3 were tamers he recognized. Old members of the Goldcrest faction who'd maintained a low profile during the last open confrontation.
He knew their names… Knew their capabilities.
All carried confident postures suggesting they didn't feel particularly threatened by Selphira and Arturo's presence, arrogance that was unsettling considering the power disparity that should have been obvious in the mana.
Either they were idiots, possible but unlikely given their survival to this point, or they knew something that justified the confidence.
Arturo suspected the latter. Which meant the trap was deeper than just numerical advantage.
The trio's leader, a man of approximately 50 years with hair beginning to show gray at his temples, spoke first.
