"Armel Chester?" The knight squinted his obsidian eyes at the young teenager.
"Yes! Yes! Son of William Chester. I'm just a peasant!" replied Armel earnestly.
Noah's eyes narrowed even further as he continued to question the teenager.
"And what brings a peasant like you to a place where he doesn't belong?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
Armel hesitated for a moment before answering. "I was only passing by!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with panic.
But Noah wasn't convinced. "Lies!" he spat. "This is not a pedestrian road. This is a campsite for the knights of Cassian on duty!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with anger.
"I swear it's true! I was simply bidding farewell. I had planned on leaving this location," Armel insisted. He almost choked in fear at the sight of a long sword pointed at his neck. Beads of sweat began to form on his temple as he trembled.
"Who were you bidding farewell to? This place is deserted. There's no one here," Clara countered.
