"Do you think Murel will even know where she is or would be bothered about her?" Lord Krail remarked.
"Then I have to find ways to extract him from his hiding place!" Biham spat.
Lord Krail pursed his lips tightly. He gulped more whiskey and then with a loud thud placed the bottle on the table. He looked Eltanin and then with a grunt he got up rather shakily on his feet. The damn werewolf was bloody strong. Krail turned his neck left and right as the servants watched their master in horror. It had been long since their master had gotten into such a raunchy fight. None of them dared to come to him seeing his demeanor. It was Jiada who came to help him.
"My old relic still has some juices left," she teased him as she giggled quietly.
