Damon's expression barely changed, except for the slight arch of his eyebrow, which conveyed pure disdain. "You know," he drawled, his tone dripping with mock amusement, "its not my fault if your ass is too weak to handle a few orc spears." He tilted his head, crimson eyes narrowing like twin embers. "I was the one cleaning out entire caverns of frost orcs. What exactly were you doing besides getting your ass handed to you?"
Mendoza's face contorted in fury. "Don't lie to us!" he shouted. "We all know the truth already. There is no point in lying. You're a coward who abandoned the team for your own gains!"
Damon's grin was cold and sharp. "Abandoned the team?" He looked at Sylvara, who seemed conflicted. She took a deep breath and responded. "I understand this is just a coincidence. You probably did not know there weren't many orcs in the mountain before heading out here, but… You could have always come back to us sooner."
