C522 The Tyrant of the Village

The door flew open with a bang, and in stormed a man with soot-streaked skin and a mop of black hair, followed by five ragged youths.

Enola and her father, Riordan, were terrified. They shrank back, scurrying to take cover behind a table.

"Riordan, why the need to hide at the sight of me?" The man with the sooty face swaggered, a malicious grin playing on his lips.

Arnold gritted his teeth