An Unexpected Sparring Invitation

Fafnir was stunned.

…...This was Master Benjamin?

His current state was that of absolute shock. It was like gossiping about someone behind their back, only to realize that that someone was standing behind you the entire time. It was a heart-wrenching feeling of guilt.

Did he hear everything they had said? Did he find out about Fafnir’s past schemes against him?

Fafnir panicked. However, he tried his best to remain composed, trying his best to conceal any hint of wrong-doing.

"Well if it isn’t Headmaster Benjamin? Most impressive indeed. I’ve been catching wind of your fame in Fereldan for quite some time. I would never have imagined that we would meet today. You’re certainly much younger than the legends say, most impressive…"

He felt the sweat run down his forehead, his praises were a little over exaggerated. He simply couldn’t come up with any good responses while panicking. He could only muster the most awkward smile alongside it.