"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Raith paused and turned his to the side—where Reeves stood. With a nonchalant tone he responded:
"Hell… oh, sorry, I mean Felfhiem but since it's popular known as hell, I figured I'd just use…
"Are you insane?!!" Reeves cut viciously.
A frown creased on Raith's brow. The atmosphere drowned in grave silence.
Reeves was looking at him, fuming with rage, brows furrowed and hands tightly clenched.
He moved forward powerfully, grabbing Raith by his shirt and gritting his teeth.
"Felfhiem?! You want us to go to Hell?!"
Raith's expression was indifferent despite the disrespect showed to him by the arrogant soulless.
Reeves seemed like the gentlest of the bounty hunting cohort but who knew he'd be the most cranky.
What was more amazing however was Raith's temperament even thought Reeves was clutching the edge of his clothe and hissing to his face:
