Chapitre 266: Pierre Silva.

"I said, where is the scoundrel? Let me cut him up, lest he steals again!" The young man yelled.

Now, other dignitaries were watching the proceedings and while some of them laughed at what they all the very least considered foolishness, there were some in the crowd who looked at the young man with eyes wide with respect and even... fear.

Hal decided it would be much better to pay heed to their reactions and just remain quiet for now.

Clearly, this crazy and snobby young man was someone important.

The attending Runemaster narrowed his eyes wondering if this was some sort of joke, 

"Calm down, sir. I was only..." He began to say before the young man thrust his sword towards the Runemaster's throat,

"Did you not hear me? I asked you, where is the scoundrel" 

This time the young man's voice was low and threatening as he glared with his pale eyes that seemed to glow silver.

They quite matched the young Man's silver hairs.