All eyes were trained on Raphael as he stood in the doorway, glaring at the members of the bandits frolicking in the hall.
The Bandit King Olka suddenly rose to his feet, at first not saying a word. The naked tribeswoman that sat on his lap was tossed to the side like a piece of meat chewed down to the bone.
The man was tall, which suited the wolf pelt draped over his shoulders like a cape. However, his belly had grown chubby in recent months from all the luxurious stolen foods he had been eating.
The man stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed at the newcomer.
"What have I done to earn the visit of a king?" Olka the Bear roared, voice filling the room with vibrations. Even Raphael felt them travelling through his body.
And yet, he wasn't startled.
Raphael allowed his lips to twist into a smirk, as he regarded the man, weighing his strength. And he was not impressed.
