Drogan traveled all the way back into his headquarters where his followers welcomed him with smiles and laughter. Upon landing he nodded at them and accepted their pleasantries before heading toward the meeting room. He sat on the chair at the far end of the table and his brows furrowed.
His arms rested and clasped, no longer were the runes in sight. He pondered alone for a while before the door in front of him was opened.
Ferece arrived with laughter, "We got 'em good!"
Drogan raised his brows. He looked at him with sharp eyes.
His expression took back Ferece before putting his aloof attitude aside. He asked, "Captain, what's wrong?"
"Where is he?" asked Drogan.
"You mean Niamh?"
Drogan stood up. "Refl Angst, where is he?"
"I put him back in the dungeon."
Drogan didn't nod and walked away. He didn't say anything either and passed Ferece by.
"Captain?" Ferece asked.
