@bladednight A sigh escaped his lips. Though the snake hissed happily at the small gesture, Messmer himself wore a poker face. He stood, towering before the knight clad in black.
〝 Mineth soldiers bear no interest in retreating. Does thous’t hideth something from me, Jolán? 〞
〝 Mongrel intruder. 〞Spoke the demigod, wavering a winged serpent before the ( reader* ) as he sat upon his throne.
〝 What bringeth thee to mine quarters..? 〞