Leveling Up... or Down?

Adam's draconic horns glinted before the raging inferno charring the power-driven kobolds. With each strike he delivered, his short sword sparkled a fiery aura, and his flowing dark hair fluttered in a wild dance.

Manve watched the blade crisscross in brutal yet calculated arcs through the air, dicing the howling enemies into bloody pieces.

His heart couldn't help but race at the gory spectacle, trepidation and respect melding in an intricate dance that resonated with his thoughts.

'A lord like that is worth serving.'

Why? The question echoed as he pondered it a little more.

'Is it because he's powerful? No, powerful people often fight for themselves. There's something more to it. Mhh... Is it because he's willing to fight for his subjects instead of relaxing behind?'

A subtle smile curled on the corner of his lips as his chest tightened.