Swish!
The sound of swords being unsheathed reached Drakili's ears as he stared at the guards, dumbfounded.
"My lord! What is his offense?" Drakeni pleaded on his behalf.
Lord Galanhad smiled calmly. "In your culture, it is unacceptable to call another Your Grace, right?
"Well, in my culture…" his face darkened.
"Laggards are not to speak in the presence of nobility."
The guards had drawn their weapons and were marching towards Drakili, who was still finding it difficult to wrap his head around what was happening.
But before they got to him, Conrad stepped in front of them. "Please forgive him, Your Grace! I will take whatever punishment you have!"
Although the wood elves were just as many as them, they knew they wouldn't stand a chance in a battle.
Galanhad cast a distasteful gaze upon them and frowned. "Fine, your right arm will suffice."
Conrad swallowed, cold sweat streaming down his face. Then he turned around to glance at Drakili, who was now kneeling in the snow.
