Karl stared at the group of Immortals with a blank expression that made the other customers immediately retreat to the walls, so they didn't get in the middle of what came next.
"Really now? I have someone who belongs to you? If you say it's one of my bunnies, you're not getting them back. I found them, and I'm keeping them."
The Immortal snorted in derision, clearly missing the warning in Karl's tone.
"Why would we give a damn about a bunny?
You have taken someone much more important to us. Where is the blind half Elf?"
Karl frowned, thrown for a loop by the request.
They were here for Meisje?
"We have the documents, she has been betrothed to our Elder by contract since she was born. Today is her eighteenth birthday, and we are here to collect our property."
