558 Council of Mystics

"May I help you?" I asked the uruk standing over me. His breathing was rapid, flaring his nostrils. His hand was set tightly on his staff, the other lingering near a suspicious bulge on his belt.

Seriously, hadn't he heard of System Inventory? Or maybe his System didn't start with it enabled.

"You killed my cousin." he said. "Two sieges ago."

"I think you mean last siege." I said. "When Rakkal broke through the front gate?"

He shook his head. "That was two sieges ago, not one."

Well crap. That had ominous implications.

"Are you here to declare blood vengeance?" I asked.

He was too close, I wouldn't have time to grab a shield.

"Not yet. Didn't want you to get the wrong idea if you saw me staring at you."

"Okay." I said. "Thank you for your honesty. It is a rare, and appreciated, gift."

His eyes went wider, his lips curled back in a snarl. "That was no gift! It was a warning!"