"Well, well, look who it is! Naban! Is that really you?"

A sudden, boisterous voice interrupted Theo and Naban as they were about to return to the hall. They both stopped, turning toward the source of the noise.

A man with disheveled hair that resembled a lion’s mane strode toward them, his eyes gleaming with an intense, noble aura.

*It’s Torkel Ragnar...!*

Theo clenched his fist at the unexpected encounter with one of the contenders for the family headship.

Naban greeted Torkel with a somewhat strained expression.

"Oh, hey. Yeah, it’s been a while."

"How long has it been? After …