“You’re outnumbered, Wraith!” Jarl sounded pathetically weak. He backed up to the broken window, then signaled to the two remaining Ravenspire guards to raise their blades. They wrung their hands around their weapons nervously. Legion hardly paid them any mind and kept his eyes on Jarl. His voice was low, a rumble of darkness. Not the voice of Legion Grey. “Ah, you can count.”
