That was all he needed. He expelled a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding and put away his swords. His muscles relaxed and his eyes softened. He seemed warmer now.
"My name is Alain Grundel. Otherwise known as Kral. I'm the leader of the Rebellion."
Kral came closer, extending his hand for the man to take.
"If you're in need of a healer or just a full stomach, you're welcome to it bakc at camp. Let us make haste, this battlefield threatens to wrench my stomach and spill its contents."

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