"We have been seeking them since two weeks ago but last week they crossed the borders of faeries and we could not track them. I sent notices to the court."
Dorian replied to Hux.
"We are at war, our borders had become weak that beasts of hell could cross it. The magic had been unstable recently."
The faerie woman said.
"Golida, we must warn our people."
One of the faerie men stated from behind.
"You need prop, don't you?" Golida asked the Prince, her eyes drifted off Halerin's body.
Wilmore shook his head, they could take care of this matter. The faeries needed to watch over themselves. It was irritating to hear they were at war. It meant that humans could no longer count on their possible aid for cleaning up the imps.
"Thank you for bringing Grand Halerin to your home, may gods bless you in the path that you step in."
