"...and some
idiot decided to abduct Bregadoir's son...No, not my husband, the one he actually likes...I know, right?...Signed his own death certificate, right?"
Sotal was not feeling comfortable listening to his wife's phone conversation, so he walked away.
"You know, Father," Sotal began as he casually cleared dishes from the table, "if you're upset about Aeric, maybe you could console yourself by spending some time with Leithleach."
"I don't need consoling," said his father, "I need revenge."
Things were not turning out quite as Sotal had hoped.
With neither his father nor his grandfather paying any attention to him, Leithleach simply put more of his time and energy into his music.
Not far from him, but ignoring him altogether, Harlequin was having a conversation of her own.
"Surtr, seek out Aeric and cast a torrent of fireballs at those who have taken him," she instructed the dragon.
"Yea, mistressss," hisses the dragon as he took flight.
With his best effort to steer his father towards the new heir going to waste, Sotal sat down at the table with his wife hoping to find some comfort from being in her presence.
"Something bothering you darling?" asked the Countess, "You look like a man who's just been handed a death sentence."
"Oh," Sotal responded, "I'm just concerned about the whole Aeric thing, I guess."
So much for comfort.
