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Interesting, the reeve believed Drake to be a lord. Galen thought for a second, his brain trying to figure out any way he could use the misunderstanding to his advantage.
Drawing a blank, Galen stepped forward. "He is not a lord, neither am I, but I am in charge. And you will speak to me, is that clear?" He said menacingly, making sure the reeve could see his arnaments.
"Now, we will take the room, and if you speak of us to anyone, then...well, we'll see." He said, his fingers resting on the hilt of the dagger on his left thigh.
Drawing a blank, Galen stepped forward. "He is not a lord, neither am I, but I am in charge. And you will speak to me, is that clear?" He said menacingly, making sure the reeve could see his arnaments.
"Now, we will take the room, and if you speak of us to anyone, then...well, we'll see." He said, his fingers resting on the hilt of the dagger on his left thigh.