His gaze flickered slightly, a thought flashed through his mind but he didn't express it, simply nodding faintly.
"Alright. You can rest in the guest tent tonight and leave in the morning."
His gaze slowly swept over the slender Beast Ring on her wrist.
The metallic sheen was dull, the texture coarse, obviously of the lowest grade.
Then, he glanced at Gideon Larkin standing beside him.
Tall and upright, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his features sharp and gaze steady, there was a subtle aura of strength in his every move, clearly a Yellow Rank Beastfolk warrior.
This female looked plain, her frame slender, with conspicuous markings on her face, lacking any striking features.
The Beast Ring also indicated her low status and lack of background.
Yet Gideon Larkin was strikingly powerful, with exceptional talent and outstanding prowess.
The disparity between them was immense when they stood together, clearly not a pair bound by mutual choice.
