The three guards' eyes widened as they recalled the description given to them about the leader. A brown, curly hair, a heart-shaped face, and a sharp jawline that made him look old yet young at the same time - the man before them seemed to fit the description perfectly.
They also remembered the distinctive clothes they were told the leader would wear. Though, they were told not to rely so much on that, as it might have been changed before he returned, but surprisingly, the attire that Dave currently had on was the same as the one described to them.
As they pieced together the description and matched it with the man before them, a realization dawned on them. The match was almost perfect, and a sense of dread crept over them.
"Bryn, is there a chance that this fellow before us is the leader, and we might have just gone a long way to offend the leader?" the lead guard asked his fellow guards, his voice barely above a whisper. His knees shook slightly, betraying his growing unease.
