Bertram noticed how Karl’s body tensed as he talked about his brother, his face slipping into a mask of disgust for a brief moment. Definitely no love lost there. That will make it easier to use him against the Warrior. “It’s always sad when siblings don’t get along. I’m lucky my sister and I are closer than most. Inseparable, you could say,” Bertram said. “However, in your case, I can understand the estrangement. Siblings should not keep secrets from each other, and Rhychard has kept quite a few from you. He judges you, and yet, he has killed friends of mine with no remorse.”
Karl’s eyes went wide. “No way! If my brother is anything, it’s a sanctimonious, righteous do-gooder.”