When there was no hope left, there was no other solution that could come to mind
"You see, I think this is all a misunderstanding" Garmond started, as he placed hos sword gently to the ground.
Zerax brows furrowed as he saw the latter's action.
And quickly he signalled the Malians to hold their fire, definitely no stupid person would act like Garmond did.
"Speak!" Zerax yelled, his voice booming with authority, yet carrying a hint of
His silver hair shone brightly under the moonlight. It was a hair color truly fitting for nobility.
"Can we talk over a cup of tea, I'm tired" Garmond said, his shoulders slumped as he retired to the earth, butt first to the ground.
'Who's this?' Zerax became more curious.
Surely no normal individual could speak to him so casually, or was he dressed the wrong way?
"Uh, alright then." Zerax replied with a stutter.