Chapter 506
At the Noxarian faction, things were going as usual though there was an underlying tension. To most, it wasn't anything major, but to Dame it was like a storm cloud that refused to drift away.
He could currently be seen in a dimly lit bar with his close friends: Finn, Bray, and Talon. The four were seated at a wooden table, the air around them heavy with smoke, ale, and unspoken worries. Each man nursed a drink in hand, their conversation dipping between silence and frustration.
"So wait, your dad wants you to take half the men Beatrix is bringing to fend her off? Who even does that?!" Talon shouted in shock, slamming his mug down as he watched Dame gulp his drink in pure frustration.
After chugging it down, Dame wiped his lips with the back of his hand and let out a bitter sigh. His bloodshot eyes drifted from one friend to another, his shoulders weighed down as if the world sat upon them.
