"You will pay for this! You wretched ice dragon!" Darren yelled at Cyrus, who was staring at him with a dully expression.
"Wouldn't it be better to send him to the dungeon?" River asked, staring at Darren's dead eyes, and shrugged in disgust. "Half living corpse."
Cyrus hummed, his arms crossed across his chest. "Parrot won't like it." He said this, and Ashton burst out laughing.
"Why don't you go after her if you care so much?" Stefan inquired arrogantly.
"She is dramatic, and it is not that she will kill herself if I do not go after her," Cyrus replied casually as he walked out of the dining room.
Gael rose and approached Darren, whose dead eyes were filled with rage. "When did you realize that you are a halfling?" He inquired, intrigued.
"It is none of your concern!" Darren yelled.
"Eish! That was quite harsh." Ashton shook his head and taunted.