However, his fighting years were clearly behind him. He did not wear a warrior's getup but luxurious garbs, something I would expect from human nobles. I assumed that 'might makes right' would be prevalent in this society as well as it was in the lionkin lands, but it seemed they had respect for authority, and the wisdom this elder attained over his many years.
In a deep voice, he spoke:
"I am Vargis, chieftain of the dogkin people and High Leader of Canisgard. I welcome you with open arms." His gaze swept over us, taking a moment to observe each newcomer. "For your service to the Beastman Confederation, you are not mere travelers. You are honored guests."
Then, his golden eyes shifted. Not to me, but to Blossom.
However, it wasn't the same leering gaze of a man appraising a woman his soldiers had. There was no lust present in those aged irises of his. It was curiosity.
