In the stone halls of Eryndale's grand castle, Lord Darric sat upon his throne in the throne room. His expression was cold, his gaze powerful, though, something about him felt out of place a bit.
"You've returned, General Haos. How did I go? Was there really a human ruling over goblins as the elves suggest?" He said.
"Indeed." General Haos, the man who had paid Lance and his people a visit said as he walked forward, taking a seat in one of the provided seats for subjects.
"I see. How was he? Does he live up to the standard of the witch's words?" Darric asked.
Instead of answering immediately, Haos looked at Darric with a blank expression on his face for a brief moment. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately into a tense one, but under mere seconds, it came back to normal. "Your soldiers will soon find out."
