Michael and Lady Farren turned around and saw a debonair young man with short, pepper hair on the other end of the hallway. His suave demeanor fit perfectly with the quaint, victorian era of the hallway as if he had come from that time exactly.
The man held himself in high regard, sauntering over towards them with a pep in his step, oozing ostentatious confidence with a lot of swagger.
"Keep behind me, Lyra. Is he the one who took you?" Lady Farren asked, her Compound Bow already drawn and halfway into a shot.
Lyra nodded.
Immediately, the mithril bow creaked as Farren's Dao Heart empowered the arrow, flying towards the debonair young man with the solemn and stately aura of the gargantuan Acacia trees.
But just as it was about to hit the young man's chest, his hands blurred and caught the arrow in its fletching.
"Wow… I would have never thought you guys had two Mithril Compound Bows. You could have shared that with us, and none of this would have happened."
