" ..i see...some of the elves are trying to create a resistance? And some of our cattle our roaming outside the town?" The handsome king grabbed a glass of wine from a elf that was holding the tray. You could tell that he was the stubborn one. Wounds covered his body. The king's commander spoke, Alston " yes your highness. This may be bad news if we dont take action. What are your orders. " Alston remained on knee. His fist planted firmly on his chest and his head hung low. " my orders? Bring them here alive, the members. If they wont confess, do whatever it takes for them to spill. I'll work them all until they croak over and die. Who knows ...i may use a lucky female as my play thing. " the evil king smirked at the last part.

Alston chuckled. " your dark ...lord emery. I'll do as you wish. "

Meanwhile, Klaus grabbed his bow, giving Oliver to his sister before walking out the door. Once he stepped outside, he saw a man beating a elf. A flood of anger rushed over the teen. He dropped his bow and growled, walking. " stop! He's had enough already! "