As the old couple bowed in respect, the middle-aged man looked at them in silence. In his presence, none of his champions dared to utter a single word. They all knew that, had the aspect of conflict wanted to hear them speak, he would have asked for it.. Yet, he never did-he just observed the two invaders, quietly.
The first one to interrupt this silence was Baal. "High Lord, we were not expecting to be blessed by your presence." He stated after a few painfully long minutes of unnerving quietude. His tone was more respectful than it had ever been before, for he knew a word too many could easily end both his existence, and that of his wife.
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Again, thank you for taking the time to read my novel, and see you again for happy new year's wishes!