Young Master Shonagh looked to be 16 or 17 years old. His features were immature, and his eyes a bit languid. He didn't seem to realize what had happened to him very clearly at all, but as his memories slowly returned, his eyes sharpened and he shot up.
"THAT BITCH!" he roared.
The grizzled guard frowned when he heard this and then slowly released Theron's shoulder.
Theron didn't even seem to react to the change, making a move to leave, only to be stopped once again.
"I've grown tired of this back and forth. Is this how you treat the Three Stripes of your pavilion?" Theron asked coldly.
The brows of the grizzled guard jumped. However, there were hundreds of Three Stripes, and only one Shonagh Clan. If he let the wrong person go, it would be his head. Plus, even if Theron was innocent, explaining what happened was still a top priority sort of situation.
"This situation is too complicated to let you go now."
