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Lonán glowered at the sisters as they spoke roughly and told a detail Lonán, if the situation at hand wasn’t stressful enough, would have sought answers for right away. But Aetrius’ problems had to wait another day, and it seems it’d require for a little trip back to Saharan to clear up. Perhaps it’s on one of the paths laid out before him, as part of the ‘Seeds’ of the future. No, Find out where Josephine is and help see this man to an executioner with the evidence she has. As far as she is concerned, I won’t let him touch that Throne.” He thought.

Kyero then began his interrogation, and slowly but surely the Saharan began to feel a slightly uneasy feeling in his stomach, like he shouldn’t witness this. He gagged but held it in as he kept the anger on his face. But Miils wasn’t ”Maybe he didn’t ask clearly enough, and you underestimate us, and him. So unless you want it to get worse, and I have a feeling it shall, or you want me to just flay you alive, You’d better answer us right now.” Lonán warned, his mouth turning into a snarl, letting a small amount of his anger vent through, showing his frustration.

”Where are they taking Miss Dezantro?” He hissed out, as he laid his hand on his skinning knife.