Two men sat in a dark bar, illuminated by a single light hanging in the corner. Neither had taken drinks or spoken at all.
"I still don't understand several things, Felaud." the first man said, shaking his head full of brown hair.
"And those are?"
"How exactly did she die?"
Felaud let out a faint growl and dark fur appeared at the side of his face for a brief while, but a second passed and the fur disappeared. Several claw marks stretched across the table. He'd somehow managed to embed them noiselessly.
"I don't know, En."
Enwyld Cain went silent. War howler was a friend, but not the type that would tolerate any nonsense.
"What about your sons? The ones you told me about. Do you have any idea where they are right now?"
Felaud shook his head, "I'm not too sure, but I reckon Raion'shalang might have already found his way to the Faustian Academy."
"Right, the demon," Enwyld said, narrowing his eyes.
