1353 Blood Imprint (Part 1)

"Protocol is boring and I don't want to waste my time tussling with the others to get five minutes of my grandson's time. You can all stand." Salaark said, forcing them to look her in the eyes as she examined them one at a time.

"I'm disappointed that you never visited nor did you even bother replying to my letter, Lith."

"There was no address to reply to and I don't have your contact rune." He replied while giving her a deep bow. "I am grateful for your advice about my latest creation, but I think there's a misunderstanding.

"I'm not from the Blood Desert and neither is anyone from my family. You shouldn't waste your blessings on a stranger."

"Are you afraid that I'll make you pay for them with interest once I learn that you're not one of mine?" Salaark chuckled, guessing Lith's worry on the first try.

He had spent his life staying away from powerful beings for an excellent reason. Once they got you in their pocket, there was no way out.