“What was that for? Why did you help it escape?” Shrai snarled, picking up her dagger, and Heldon felt mildly guilty until he saw Janz and the other guards approach Tival.
“Envoy Acera, just what was that stunt?! You obstructed a direct order.” Janz strode over to Tival, face set like granite in stern outrage.
He'd seen this face on Janz before. Once Janz walked in on one of his and Erik’s fights, the same one where Erik punched Heldon across his face, giving him the scar on his eyebrow. Their brotherly fight had started mutually, and still, Janz nearly broke Erik’s ribs.
Tival had put his spear away on his back, and Janz’s own sword wasn’t drawn either, but panic sloshed sourly in Heldon’s gut. When knights join the sun table, they are blessed with certain gifts. They were passed down from the previous knights and were supposed to represent the personalities of the knight themself.
Janz’s gift was enhanced toughness and strength.