This is why I hate coming back home. I always receive bad news when I'm here.
That shitty old dark elf bastard is still alive and kicking huh?
No, this might actually be good news. This gives me the chance to kill him myself.
"Who dares insult our lord?!"
Damocles exclaims, quickly drawing his sword to Baran's neck.
Immediately, Baran falls to his knees with his hand on his chest.
"Please forgive me, I meant no disrespect. My father insisted I relay that to you word for word. He claimed your lordship would understand what he meant and be willing to help."
Willing to help? Is that old fart on something? More like I'd revel in his suffering than be willing to do anything that will help him.
Agamemnon and Damocles look to me, confusion on their faces, and wondering whether they should go ahead and kill him, or spare him.
After a deep sigh, I gesture for Damocles to withdraw his sword from Baran's neck.
"Thank you sir."
