Eanraig was a man of very few facial expressions, the only ones he had were sadness, anger, frustration, seductive and really angry, however, the facial expression I saw on his face was none of the mentioned, it looked like a combination of sorrow, anger, and regret.
"I understand”, I didn’t want to push further into the topic, he looked like he was in enough pain.
"Since that’s a big fat ‘no’ what else do we have as a backup?”, Angelo asked trying to break the ice.
"I don’t know, Thaddius has an army of vicious rouges, if we march into battle the way we are we’ll definitely get slaughtered.
"Perhaps we can go for an upgrade”, Angelo smirked.
"What’s on your mind?”, I asked.
Eanraig was still lost in thought.
” When wolves fight we use our claws and canniness, good old fashioned fi
