Tobias gruffed as he cleaned up the mess Dagon had left behind. Pissed, and now annoyed he had to tidy his own home in order to work, his temper had only grown in the past few hours. In the back of his mind, he thought he would get over it in a matter of hours. However, the fire lingered in his heart for the rest of the day.
In fact, the flames had risen so high that by the time he woke up the next time, he was still bitter and enraged at the way he had been treated by Dagon - and that twisted little human. The human he couldn't get out of his head no matter how hard he tried.
Each time Yrsula's face bubbled up in his head, the heat of his soul flared up again and again.
More than being able to see Azier fail, or to view Dagon's comeuppance from his traitorous acts - he wished to see that human suffer at his hands. This was all her fault in his eyes. She had been a pain in the ass the moment she arrived, and had she just listened to him, he could have been going back home.
