"What news?" the Demihuman with bull features asked sternly, tightly grabbing the mace I hadn't noticed earlier.
"First of all, the Eserian Grove has been destroyed. There have been humans, but it wasn't really humans who attacked the grove. We were attacked by an angry dragon mother, who somehow thought we were responsible for the death of her child. But that child was with the humans, who tortured it, draining its blood for whatever reason; I have no idea why they did that," Clover blabbered, not quite realizing how important it was to take a deep breath.
Fern stabbed the young fae in the side when he tried to continue talking.
"Ouch! Why did you do that?" Clover hissed, looking genuinely hurt by Fern's actions.
But she didn't even look his way.
