Sylas Crowne
"Why would you help me?"
Kaelen's bloodshot eyes glanced at Valac in confusion.
Hmm… true. I don't really want to help you. But, I don't really wish to restart everything. So, f**k whatever?
"If you pity me. I don't need it." Kaelen clenched his fists as he gritted his teeth yet his eyes held a helpless look.
"Oh! I don't pity you. In return for the information, I wish for you to swear allegiance to me. A mana oath, to be precise. I swear, I won't mistreat you. So, what do you say? It's a fair deal. You get to meet your biological father and get peace of mind. And, I'll get a good alchemist to cure me in case I get poisoned later. The choice is yours."
Valac watched Kaelen's face twist as he wrestled with the offer. The Elf Prince's pride was practically radiating off him like a storm cloud, clashing hard with the desperation swirling in his eyes.