Magnus Von Draken stepped into the room, his face hard and cold.
"Ravena… a word, if you may," the man began speaking, but—
"I may not, you old snake." Ravena shut him down, his words cutting short at her cold tone.
"Old man, don't you ever get tired? This same farce whenever I am back? Do you truly enjoy sucking the feet of those outsiders so much?" Ravena's voice was thick with disdain as she looked at her father.
It was always the same thing with this man. Whenever he appeared, it was always the same useless proposition.
"Ravena, be mindful of your words. These outsiders you speak of are the root source of our bloodline, the very bloodline that has made you what you are today, so do not besmirch their presence."
