“Your daughter let the no-hair inside our trespassing zones. Our holy areas for sacrifice. She even threatened the guards to open the door or face her wrath.” Wiseman cried out as he walked around the 2 captors. They were now in Arigon’s throne room, with the floors being made of wood and guards surrounding the
Ares and Tsula were on their knees, their hands behind their back and tied up with a large, white rope.
“So?” Arigon asked on his wooden and large throne, having bones on the arms and on the top of the chair. He seems unamused too, his eyes rolled from the outrage that his holiest priest was calling out. This is what he had to go through? He knew Wiseman took a lot of things seriously. But this was pushing it.
“And she-” Wiseman points out to his daughter, Tsula. “Was showing the no-hair the weapons that were stored there. This is against the rules and religious code. He is not holy, last time I recalled.” The masked v