Frozen momentarily by the murderous intent in the eyes fixed upon him, Askel was shaken. He soon heard an icy, cold voice continue.
"It would be best if you spoke the truth."
The man with black hair, who had quietly approached from beside the rock, now looked down at Askel, a sword hilt protruding from his cloak. For the first time, Askel noticed blood splatters on the man's face.
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