Jade Fern Grove Dizzy, Spinning Endlessly

After his auds locked onto the words that finished flitting from the maw of the ivory male, Cry stood, deciding not only it was time for them to keep moving, but time for him to get her away from this 'Gabe' fellow.

"It's a place where men don't parade around in the bloom of a harem."

His words were icy, something frosted within his chest near intensifying the wintery vice that was his will. Cry automatically distrusted any and everyone who they came across, and from hearing the information from the pale man, the shadow prince had gotten enough to justify him taking Leila away from this pimp.

"Leila, we're going. Now." He barked at the fae.