"You can't accuse me of such negligence!"
Lord Baldrig roared, his neck turning red from anger, and a stern glare levelled at his prosecutors. Standing before him were none other than the troublesome Zenerox Attamas—an old woman who was even more active that youths in their twenties, the Lord Lenklock—a man that Lord Baldrig hated just as much as he hated every other Lord in Dragonia just for the simple fact that he believed himself above them; and then there was the Supreme Commander—Phylux Taramas, with his bald hair and grim, unsmiling expression.
But while it did look like Lord Baldrig was facing three prosecutors, in reality, only two paid him any attention. As for Lord Lenklock, he was physically present in the room, but his mind was far away at a place that was certainly not in the hot western regions they were currently in.
Does Xander really mean to give up his position?