Bard turned around and stared coldly at him.
An Yang sat and met his gaze, though his eyes kept glancing toward the table. You're a competent master archer, but you won't want to confront a wizard.
This sentence was thick with heavy threats!
Bard laughed instead, speaking up. How do you know what I'm thinking? What if I'm more than happy to do so?
An Yang shook his head, not wanting to push the conversation to a dead end.
Bard turned and left, with Bain following behind him, leaving only the Company and Bard's two daughters in the room, which suddenly fell into an uncomfortably quiet atmosphere.
"I don't understand, but I seem to feel that we've messed things up!" said the Hobbit.
"Yeah," An Yang nodded and said.
"Screw it. I think this master archer is just a fraud, the same as his ancestor Gillion; we don't need his involvement at all. Tomorrow morning, we'll grab the black arrow, dismantle the windlance while nobody's around, and we can slay the dragon ourselves!" Dwalin said.
"You're talking nonsense! Our father is very strong!" This remark came from Bard's eldest daughter.
The others glanced at her, yet none of them refuted it.
The room remained quiet for a long time before a soft, timid voice finally rang out. "Can wizards do magic tricks?"
An Yang turned his head to look and saw Bard's youngest daughter looking at him with a hint of fear, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Of course," he replied.
"Oh..." Sigrid said softly, then rolled her eyeballs and said, "I don't believe it!"
An Yang smiled faintly, knowing well what this little girl was thinking, and said, "What kind of trick would you like to see? I'll see if I can do it."
"What can you do?"
"Summoning