Marcus stared at the man he believed was the leader of the wood elves, his anger in full display.
'According to what Duke said, these are the freeloaders from the elven village…'
But that was only a short-sighted analysis made by an inexperienced fool.
For the longest time, wood elves had even failed to have a proper meeting with the Baron of Kingsbridge. It was the same when his father was Baron, and it was the same thing now…
His father had told him they helped them because of an age-old agreement, it was a thing of honour in his own words.
If their relationship was just like it had been all those years, why then were the elves at the ball?
And judging by how bold they were…
'Could Pieter have struck some sort of deal with them? Have they found some sort of treasure in their dirty forest?'
'Damn it!' Marcus cursed.
Tonight was the day he took what was rightfully his, the last thing he needed were inconsistencies.
