Taking a seat on the wide fur of a carpet Kleifar's head sat on, Aslak agreed to the man's invitation for a meal.
"The woman will need energy as you say." — He then added, glaring while she stood prominently. — "Besides, we came here since I told you we would fall. But you didn't tell anyone, warlock."
"I thought your youth would lock you to her legs, so I didn't tell–"
Tuck... The void sound of wood being stabbed echoed, interrupting Otrur solely to be followed by the words of the man gripping the blade.
"Watch your mouth when she's here, cursed f**k. Respect a Myrkzver's wife." — Aslak warned... Almost stabbing the flesh of a warlock's hand with the knife he had taken to pierce the meat on one bowl.
"... Hm... So you honestly cared to keep your word, Aslak?" — Taking out the k
