Kapitel 947: Strike

 "Kindly take the oaf away," motioned Igna, "-Viscount Olian, let's have a little chat," said an outwardly ominous side-grin, "-take the demi girl and treat her with care," he faced the guards, "-goes for the other captive."

 "Yes sir," they saluted and stormed in tandem, steps crashed in thunderous roars, castle Gris was located behind a valley of dunes and overreaching nothingness, following said dunes one would arrive at Dorchester's less than amiable forestry that gave onto the Kreston's Aina forest. A resolution was reached in mere minutes. Prisoners and slaves were unshackled and pushed towards a make-shift military camp. Guards once in power had their hands tied and thrown into the dungeon. Goes without saying, captured nobles and high-ranking officials fetched quite the price – a responsibility Thempa graciously accepted.