Colin and Kase said nothing. They sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the bread and cheese from the plate, and stuffed it into their mouths.
They had been reluctant to eat the ration packs Edwin had given them, and now they were starving.
"That noble kid from earlier is no big deal," Bob said, leaning in and lowering his voice. "The Stone Family is just a minor Knight Clan from the north. I heard they already sold their manor to their liege lord to pay off debts. I guess that guy was forced to become an Adventurer to make some money."
Colin swallowed the hard, scratchy bread. "I have no interest in picking a fight with him, either."
"There's no need to clash with someone like that, but he's probably a good fighter. After all, the northern Knight Clans still hold to their old martial traditions."
No sooner had he spoken than a commotion erupted outside the window.
Words like "monsters" and "attack" squeezed through the cracks in the window frame.
