The flames on Veylira's blade flared brighter. "We're not here for schemes. Where is my sister?"
A blood bath was sure to occur if they didn't do something fast.
"Solrath," Damarion called, but Solrath wasn't about to tell Veylira to stand down when he didn't know where his youngest daughter was.
"Where is she, Velnara?" Solrath decided to try another approach since questioning Damarion wasn't yielding results. However, Damarion didn't support this.
"Leave her out of this. Your business is with me," he said, moving Velnara behind him, and Solrath glared at Damarion.
"Actually, it does concern her, because she's the one who convinced me to let my daughter come here with you people. She promised to keep her safe. You were all saying a lot when you came to my home to take my daughter from me, so why are you silent now!?" He raged, and Damrion was beginning to lose his composure.
"I told you she's not here. Come on the day of the wedding!" He yelled, but Solrath wouldn't have it.
