"Argghhh!"
A chair crashed against the wall of the reception Hall of the Hollowcreek, shattering into wooden splinters.
"Hells! Fucking hells!" Aethelstan, poorly suppressing his violence, paced the length of the hall, his boots echoing like hammer blows against the marble.
It had been hours since Percival somehow disappeared from the forest city of Waterscor, and somehow, from the entire province of Hollowcreek as well.
Infuriated, he let out another growl, his foot connecting with a side table and crashing it into bits.
"Incompetent fools!" Aethelstan spat raggedly. "He was right there! Under our noses! I'll peel the skin from his bones... I'll make that Outworlder beg for the gods before I'm through with him."
The rest of the party watched in grim silence.
Deron leaned against a pillar, his arms crossed over his massive chest, while Stenya watched the Prince entirely.
