Dungeon Games 1

"How is your little town doing?" He asked, walking around the room as if he owned the place, his golden armor gleaming under the office lights.

Vell watched him, the urge to put the man in his place a palpable thing, but he held it back. "It is doing fine, what are you doing here?" He got straight to the point, his mana stirring under his skin, barely contained.

The man in the golden armor looked at Vell, he could clearly sense the bloodlust, and he chuckled. "Hmph, you still think you are strong, huh? Well, I am not here to fight, I came here on business." He walked over to the desk and pulled out a golden letter, placing it on the table. "This is an invitation from His Highness, he has acknowledged your town and wishes for it to participate in the yearly dungeon competition, you should feel—"

"I do not feel like it." He cut him off with a smug look, knowing that it would trigger the man.