"Where are they!" Asmond said, with a higher tone than usual, almost screaming, gaining an angry look from the big trio at the table; Zephyrion, Birna, and Sheila.
"I am sorry, I talked too much." He instantly fixed his tone but was still looking at Arlon and the copy with an angry look.
"We gave them away. Since I don't need them, I gave it to the other saviors." Arlon said. This time, he wanted to get under this man's skin.
He acted a bit too much for Arlon's patience.
For a second, he felt Asmond's murderous intent, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Asmond moving.
But just when Zephyrion stood up to stop Asmond, something dropped on Asmond's head. It was something purple and it immediately started scratching his face.
Since Asmond was too focused on Arlon, he hadn't seen it coming even though he was really strong and could easily dodge whatever it was.