"After being dead for three long years, you finally decided to show up, eh?" Numen—more tatted up and heavily bearded than the last time Kain saw him—said with an unreadable expression.
The two men stared at each other, unmoving. Each man dared the other to move or speak something provocative.
The silence so taunting and very quiet that they could hear the insects in the yard and miles away, they could also hear the faint chatters of the men indoors.
Then, after moments of an unblinking and unshakable stare down, Numen busted out with a loud and earthshaking belly laugh, breaking the silence.
Kain breathed out a chuckle. It was a sound of relief. He didn't truly know what he had expected from his old friend when he showed up here. He certainly didn't expect the full fit of laughter
