Blackfeather Woods i won't become the thing i hate

From the distance, and in complete silence, the dark youth watched as his brother brought the prey to the clearing. Damien had made sure that their bait, the bastard's son, would not be a problem for them, and had secured him far enough to not even be heard. As soon as they had Grimnir somewhere he could be interrogated, he would reurn the boy to his mother. Baldur had no fault on Potema's case, and it was the fair thing to do to just return him safely to his loving mother.

Eager to attack, Damien's muscles tensed, ready to strike in case things went south. But he stayed put, knowing that Cicero's plan was infallible. It did not matter to Damien if Cicero spoke ill of him. He did not think of it like that. The dark boy knew that anything Cicero said was carefully thought to to manipulate their target into walking into their trap.