Fatemark

"You're going to lead me to where the dungeon was," June said, as if it was a matter of fact.

"Um, sure," Warden agreed. "How about tomorrow morning?"

"No, we're going now."

Warden shook his head. "Like I said, it had been dealt with. You don't have to worry about anyone getting hurt."

The people around them began to move away, worried that the clash of their aura might hit them again. June noticed that and made sure not to release her aura, while Warden was ever carefree, not letting out even a wisp of his aura. He was unaware if it was his cloak that hid his aura, or if he was naturally good at controlling it, but a spike of emotions didn't seem to affect his aura as much as it did others.

Even when he was furious before he began slaughtering the bandits, his aura was condensed in a cold fury, not in an outward show of might.

The elf still looked stuck up about completing her task as soon as possible.