Jared studied the man, average height, clear eyes, the familiar garb of countless swordsman who drifted through the city each day.
"I simply saw those Sword Sect disciples showing off. Thought I'd stroll over and have a friendly word, that's all. Why are you stopping me?" Jared halted, confusion rippling across his features.
A quick sweep of his gaze took in the Sword Sect disciples swaggering in bright uniforms. Their brazen display struck Jared as reckless.
Swordmaster City, Ararat Goizeder‘s stronghold, was generous ground for the Sword Sect, true, but there were boundaries even hospitality should not cross.
"Those men are Sword Guards, keepers of order in Swordmaster City. Step too close, and one of them might choose to keep order with the edge of a blade." The stranger spoke mildly, as though reciting the weather.
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