This is a fantasy world, so there should be something similar right? But I'm not certain because I never added such a detail to my own book.
The guard, a stout mouse with a scar across his snout, gripped his spear tighter. He stayed silent, his jaw locked in a stubborn, loyal defiance. He wouldn't betray the secrets of their legalities to a predator.
But at least his silence gives me the confirmation that there is something like that here. If there was nothing like that, he would've looked confused or at least tried to deny it.
I let out a long, weary sigh. "Well, I really hate being ignored."
I gave Fenric a sharp, subtle nod.
Without a word, Fenric moved. It was too fast for the Mouselings to react. He reached out, his massive hand closing around the guard's torso. There was a sickening, wet crunch—the sound of beetle-husk armor and ribs collapsing at once.
The guard didn't even get to squeak in pain before Fenric tossed the limp body into the shadows like a piece of trash.
