Whilst these series of events were taking place in the elf Kingdom, and Craig and Andre were up in the sky, Asclepius was facing his own problems.
"You!"
As soon as the handsome young man stepped into the room, his eyes fell upon Asclepius and immediately, anger was written all over his face. His light skin burned red, making his face look like a ripe tomato. He even reached for the sword at his waist and began pulling it from the sheath. Still dressed in light battle-wear from some journey, he looked as if he was on the battlefield preparing to dispatch of an enemy.
"Prince Erin, please calm down for a moment." Draggunov exclaimed as he stepped forward to stand in the young man's way. He never expected he of all people would be defending the person he had just been criticising, and calling a traitor. Prince Erin, was now standing in his shoes, feeling the exact same way.
