Meanwhile, within Southern Hell's Royal Palace, winds of unrest kept the infernal nobility on tiptoes. And as Krann, Helmut and Elia patiently sat within a meeting hall, entertained by seven beauties, an unsettled Malkam faced the imperturbable Talroth.
"Royal father, this is fishy. The Chthonian Primogen just "died" that his children are paying us a visit? Regardless of what their motive might be, it can only do us harm. How can you possibly welcome them?"
Malkam reasoned in a tone mixing gravity and frustration. Little did he expect that they'd receive a visit of that bastard branch so soon. The situation was indeed alarming. But while Malkam's frown didn't conceal his worries, Talroth remained undisturbed.
"Nonsense. How can I not welcome them? Must I wait for them to blast open my palace's gates before showing my hospitality?"
