"I'm the freaking Guardian of Mana! There is no telling what I could learn from that thing. You have to let me come there and bring it to my lab!" Roghar said in outrage.
"First, that's not a thing. It's a person and my grandson at that." Salaark stopped eating, looking at the Fenrir for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Second, I don't have to do anything for you."
She took a deep breath as her power blotted the sun of the Desert from the sky and made the shadows in Roghar's own home flicker like angry flames.
"I despise you and your methods. During the last meeting, I clearly told you that if you dare to make a single step in Garlen, I'll kick your ass. Now, as you can see, I'm pregnant and I won't risk my baby for a lowlife like you.
"Yet I will not hesitate to throw every single spell I know at you from a safe distance while my boyfriend kicks your ass with the weapon that I'm going to provide him."
