"Ahh..." croaked the gnome-like creature, his craggy visage etched with grotesque shadows in the fae-light’s unearthly glow. "The quarry's scent grows ever stronger. Thine disgraced seedling appears to have fled far deeper into the Wolfsbane Woods than anticipated, little lord."
A twisted sneer crossed his ancient face as he addressed the increasingly agitated Bingham. "No doubt emboldened by whatever malefactors saw fit to despoil thine ill-omened nuptials and spirit her unworthy self out of thy well-earned clutches. Tsk tsk, such wicked defiance to shirk her rightful duties before the Bingham lineage!"
Bingham's face purpled with fury. "Enough of your slippery taunts, thou twisted gnome! Secure my errant girl at once, that I may mete out fitting penance for this transgression!”
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