Andor.
"We need to find him and attack him at night. If we can catch him at the right place and surround him, we should take him down." I said.
The atmosphere was thick with tension; Floki no longer cracked jokes; he was serious about ending Marius. Bjorn poured from the jar in front of him into his cup and filled his mouth with wine.
He belched before speaking. "There is no need to pursue him; we have the perfect bait. We know what he wants; he wants Princess Jennifer."
Steam poured out of King Isaac's ears, and he would not even consider the idea. "My daughter will remain exactly where she is, safe away from you all."
"We have never had a chance to catch him. I know that you care about your daughter. But this is about all of us." Bjorn said.
"I said no." King Isaac barked back.
Floki scoffed.
"You might as well go with our plan. Andor's village might be safe from vampires, but we both know that he also works with rogue werewolves, and they do his bidding in the daylight."
