"A Clone?..." Alor repeated Aron's words with a confused look on his face under the cloak as he turned to his Queen.
"So you knew, but that doesn't change the fact that I still have answers to your questions." The cloaked woman was a bit taken aback but quickly recomposed herself without bothering to explain anything to Alor who still held his bleeding wound on his leg.
"Anyone would think it's strange to see an elf with a mana capacity less than that of a human. As for you answering my questions, that is but a ploy to stall me is it not?" Aron asked with a stern gaze as he slowly got closer and closer to the two of them.
Alor was quick to come in front of the Queen so Aron stopped a meter away from them. "You'd protect a clone with your life? What an admirable yet foolish sense of loyalty." Aron praised and mocked Alor as a small smirk appeared on his face.
