"Where is Achillas? Bring me Achillas! Ahhhh…. Bring him to me!"
While the grassroots men of the two families worked to hash out their differences using their fists outside, from inside the largest tent in the center of the camp, came this undisguised, livid roar, its originator being a stranger to no one.
It went without saying Lord Parker found himself going utterly ballistic upon learning of Achillas's fate.
Especially when he was informed of the details about how he was taken and the treachery and carelessness it all involved.
Simply recalling even the tiniest fraction of it made his heart palpate with white hot rage and caused his blood to bubble and boil.
Thus Lord Parker vented on all those responsible, even those responsible only by the most remotest of the possibilities.
"Yo… you idiots! All of you idiots dare stand in front of me! After what you have done! You… I will have all you of hang for this! Ahhhhh…."