Chapter Eighty Four
"Look what you did!" Naian yelled, his face red, and veins bulging on his forehead and neck as he admonished his son, Boyd. The young Elf in question had his head hanging low as he waited for an opportunity that never came.
"The Vampires will start pressuring us now. Trade restriction, increased border fees, who knows, they might eve n slip something into out water sources! Why couldn't you have thought about the adverse effects of your actions before you went around and fought with their heir?!"
"It was he who attacked me!" Boyd exploded with anger. He wasn't completely to blame, yet it was he who took all the blame, while the Vampire scion laid in bed, feigning weakness.