Not when his father's personal aides were here, themselves. In fact, running away now was pretty much life preservational.
And so, grumbling inaudibly, he sheathed his daggers, walking off to the door in the far end of the pit.
After the door slammed shut, Elias narrowed his eyes, his sight locked on the door Elisa hummed, briefly before putting her hands across her breasts.
"General..." She heaved, eyeing the General careful as she took mental notes of his bleeding neck. "What happened? You are hurt!" She sighed.
"Oh!" General Folarin reached to his neck, feeling the trickle of life essence at the back and the front of his neck. He scrunched his nose into wrinkle, briefly, shrugging his shoulders as well.
"It is nothing. Its healing."
