The Scary Hero

All that Moosny could previously see was red. But, as soon as Moby's words were uttered, reality struck him.

He took a quick glance at himself and then back to the tables around him with an expression he did not assume to see. And with a long, deep breath through his nose, he spoke.

"You're right. My emotions have gotten the best of me. The truth will soon be revealed, so I have nothing to worry about."

"I see, thank you for your understanding." Moby nodded. "In hindsight, I don't blame you at all. Had I thought someone had slandered my parents, I may have even done the same. It's a natural reaction!" He smiled. "Well then, why don't we find the truth? Shall we?"

"Go right ahead…" Moosny waved, sitting on a nearby table behind the watch of the two guards that stopped him. "Like I said before, I have nothing to worry about, it's only you who's losing,"

Moby gave him a glimpse of acknowledgement before looking to the side. "General Ryker!" He called.