The largest guard stepped forward.
He was taller than the others, with broad shoulders and thick red veins running across his neck. His blood-crystal sword rested against one shoulder.
"Stop right there!"
Holden continued walking.
The guard frowned.
"Are you deaf? I said stop!"
Holden finally looked at him.
"Morning."
The guard stared at him.
For a moment, he seemed unsure how to respond.
Then his expression darkened.
"This is Lord Draven's territory. Outsiders aren't welcome here. Turn around and leave while you still can."
Holden glanced at the enormous fortress behind him.
"Actually, I'm here to see Draven."
"Lord Draven," the guard corrected sharply.
"Sure. Him."
The guard tightened his grip on his sword.
"Do you have any idea where you are, boy?"
"Southern Wastes. Giant bone castle. Terrible smell. Pretty sure I'm in the right place."
One of the guards behind him growled.
"Watch your mouth!"
Holden ignored him.
