"So that's Drada City," Thirteen muttered as he looked at the City, which was slightly bigger than Gronar City, from the carriage window.
"Make sure to follow our lead, boy," Netero commented. "Don't forget that the two of you are my servants and that I'm only here for a sight-seeing trip. As long as we stick to our identities, I'm sure no one will find out who we are."
"Relax, Gramps," Thirteen replied casually. "Unlike you and Lord Arthas, I'm an expert in infiltration. I'm more worried about the two of you messing things up, you kno—arghh!"
The seven-year old placed both of his hands on his head because Netero smacked it with his walking stick.
It was impossible for him to block a Champion's strike with his current Rank, so the only thing he could do was grumble and curse the Old Man in front of him in his heart.
Tiona hissed angrily at Netero for hurting her Master.
