"So how do we find Sir Arthur's lost memories?" Red asked Kleister who was obviously ill-tempered at something. "Noble faey, did you hear what I said?"
Kleister was preoccupied with his predicament.
He has no time to think of children who wanted to fight the Darkling despite the palpable disparity in their skills and power. Doomed be everyone in the Faey Kingdom and all the other realms.
"Meowrrr!" came the angry growl of Sir Arthur.
"Ahh!!!" Kleister yelped as he felt sharp fangs dig into the skin of his hand that was resting on his lap. His finger was busy tapping away as he always does when he was anxious, but it had to stop when the fat black cat of Euphemia bit him.
"Halfling!" he yelled at Red who was sitting in front of him, comfortably sipping on a delicious cup of hot tea.
She didn't pay him attention for a little while and went on to grab a biscuit to pair with the tea she was enjoying.
