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A new castle, a new camp of witch hunter slaves. They all were thrown together and around again. And Enok was one of the youngest. Not good. The young teenager had learned the law of strong and weak quickly in the past few years as a pawn to the witch hunter king. And even though everyone here was damaged, kidnapped and broken in a way... there still was a hierarchy.

And he sure as hell wouldn't be on the lowest rungs of the ladder. No. he had to leave an impression.

So Enok looked around. And found what he had been searching for: the biggest and meanest looking guy around. Rule number one: if you fought the biggest and meanest looking guy, the rest would leave you alone.

Standing with wide stance and arms akimbo in front of this guy, Enok tried to look the meanest he could possibly glare.

"Hey, you! Yeah! I will fight you!"

The goings-on around the encampment was grim. It was easier to focus on nothing-in-particular than to try make sense of their miserable lot in life, which explained a lot of the distant stares. Alexander's far off look was for much the same reason, his mind stretched through the fog and he tried to grasp at a loose thread.

There was a memory beyond the veil. It was at his fingertips. The sigil of the great draconian meant something to him.

"Hey, you!"

Alexander shook his head and spared a look towards a gangly-limbed teenager.

"Yeah! I will fight you!"

It took a moment for those words to sink in. When they did, Alexander huffed a loud breath as a smile played at his lips. He almost felt incredulous that the runt of the camp was puffing up at him.

"Will you now?" Alexander questioned the young lad, pushing to stand up to his full height. He rolled his shoulders back and jutted his chin up, challenging him to attempt a blow. "I'll give you a free swing so long as it's above the belt. Hit me with your best shot."

Alexander recognised that dawning look. The kid wasn't the first to realise perhaps he had misjudged — at least he had some good sense between those ears.

Though he had to raise his eyebrows a bit at this talk of a deal. To look out for him. He almost shook his head in disbelief.

"Last chance to have a free swing. Sure you want to pass that up?" Anything else, the young lad would have to earn. He clicked his tongue and cast a look around. Of course there was quite a bit of attention on them. The camp was a miserable place, but folks always looked towards noise. Like instinct.

"LISTEN UP!" He bellowed, clapping him on his shoulder, possibly knocking him a step. "THIS ONE'S WITH ME! YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIM, YOU GET THROUGH ME FIRST!" Simple.

It was his turn to lean, speaking in a quieter voice. "Please tell me you're not a troublemaker. I don't want to have to trade blows with half the camp, I'm a big guy, but I'm not hungry for fights."

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Oh hell.

Staring up, Enok had to stumble a step back and still crane his neck. How could someone be this tall? What? This man must have been a descendant of giants. Gulping, Enok doubted whether his plan had been so smart after all.

He lifted his hands to fists, taking on a fighting stance. One free swing? Above the belt? Of course Enok would've gone below that. Because that seemed to be his only chance now.

He couldn't chicken out now, though...

Maybe...

Leaning forward a little, Enok lowered his voice after swallowing nervously again.

"Hey, we can also make a deal? I don't really want to hurt you, alright? I can look out for you. I care for my people. It's give and take. You keep trouble away from me and I keep trouble away from you, sounds fair?"