"Con..."

The word was violently broken off Anderson's mouth when his face hit the rough ground, his lips rubbing against the sand and picking up dust. He immediately sat up, his eyes wide, he breaths unstable, as Conaan disposed of his walking stick.

"Is this how a king treats his subjects? How can you do this to an innocent man?"

Conaan gave a small chuckle, before leaning to his height, his fingers wrapping hard around his hair. He pulled him so Eric could see him, then turned to Eric, his brows raised.

"This is him, am I right?"

Eric swallowed. "Y..yes. I can never forget that voice. He told Brandon...