"Who do you want to fight?" Lorgar asked, a trace of languid weariness in his voice.
He leaned back in his chair, his hands folded over his abdomen, and calmly regarded the uninvited guest in the black trench coat opposite him.
There was no anger in his tone, no provocation, only casual indifference.
Nibelung sat across from him, his cane planted before him, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone in the room.
His gaze first settled on Cassios. The Thunder Warrior stood silently in a corner like a granite statue, his scarred face utterly expressionless. Only his eyes, which had witnessed countless battles, shone with a steady light in the dim room.
Nibelung studied him for a few seconds, then shook his head. "Well, first of all, I'm not fighting him."
"I don't bully old people."
Cassios's eyebrow twitched slightly, but he said nothing, merely maintaining his granite-like silence.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room grew peculiar.
Nibelung's gaze moved on, settling on Grom the dwarf.
The dwarf had his arms folded across his chest and was glaring defiantly at Nibelung.
Nibelung met his eyes for a moment, then shook his head again. "And I'm not fighting him. I don't bully children."
Crack. The sharp sound of snapping metal came from Grom's direction.
Everyone turned to look and saw that Grom had crushed the shaft of his battle axe in his grip.
Wood shards and metal fragments trickled between his fingers. His face had flushed crimson, and even his beard was trembling slightly.
But he said nothing, merely fixing Nibelung with a stare that seemed ready to spit fire.
Nibelung seemed entirely oblivious to that murderous gaze. His eyes moved on and settled on Anna.
Anna leaned against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Her