Past link- Part 2

"You have been a loyal man, Abel but that doesn't make the loss we have been experiencing to be less," said the man, his hand peeked out in the light to lift the glass of blood that was on the table to disappear when he brought it to his lips which moulded into the darkness. 

Abel didn't speak a word but stood quietly listening to what the man had to say. It was clear that he was upset for the little mishaps but there was nothing he could have done at that point. Not to forget, the first parchments being lost was not his fault but another councilman who was killed a few years ago after the death of the white witch who was also the wife of the second Lord of Valeria. 

"Lancelot said he met with Ester last evening. She conveys her regards to you," Abel said bowing his head again and then looking up to hear no murmur of words being spoken to him. 

"The young black witch," hummed the man, "What did you find out about her?"