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Sean chuckled. "A whole year, huh? Then you must really know him well, right?" He said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. "Trust me, ma'am, the only thing that makes you people hard to kill is lack of proper initiative. If one day the opportunity presents itself I'll gladly prove it. And if we didn't have this storm to worry about, my knife would be in my belt where it belongs and I would gladly show you Jake's body... If there was anything left of it to show."

He leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed in front of his chest. He heaved a sigh as the sound of another tree breaking and coming to the ground came to his ears. The ground slightly shaking from the impact. It hadn't been very far from there. "In the past two months you're the second Black Knight to demand our leader, at least the first one had the decency to not insult our intelligence by disguising himself. That not to mention that stupid White Knight that nearly got himself killed on our grounds. Like we needed the trouble. Tell me Captain, have people ever approached your gates and whistled demanding to please see the King, or the White Knights?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't look down at me from your giant pedestal and pretend Newhaven offers the same level of respect that it demands."