A Knight of Sorrow Pt 5

Renn sat on the hall flower, glowering at Bal, his mentor. Renn had wanted to learn and become better, but this was becoming flagrant.

“Get up,” Bal said.

Renn bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. It has become one of the only methods he could do to keep himself from speaking out. These people were once below him in status. Life had its way of making a mockery of things.

Once on his feet, Bal motioned him into the room. Renn stared daggers into the back of Bal’s head, and thumbed the dagger on his belt.

“Hand’s off.”