Third Person's POV
Their exchange was short, clipped, and without excess as neither of them wasted any words.
And though there was no real camaraderie between them, Alrin showed no intention of raising his blade against Ethan.
He had no clear measure of this youth's strength, and more importantly, had no real enmity with him.
Such recklessness as the one shown by his travel mate was not his habit, unlike the two burdens who traveled at his side.
Ethan had sensed precisely that sentiment, and so he didn't press the matter.
With a final nod to Alrin and ignoring the venomous, glowering stares of the sultry woman and the battered brute, he vanished from their sight like a specter slipping into shadow.
For a long breath, silence hung between the three, and then, finally unable to hold back, the brute finally snarled,
"Why didn't you attack that pipsqueak, Lord Alrin?"
The sultry woman turned her eyes toward Alrin as well, with the same question flickering across her face.
