"That man is just so vile, he had no reason to come here, yet he did." Dariel scorned. His day had been going on wonderfully until that idiot walked into his home as if he still resided here.
"I know, I know, he is even more vile than the last time I saw him." Ohara sighed. She needed Dariel to calm down, she wanted to tell him about her day and what happened at the castle, but he was too busy with his own problems at the moment.
"Can you imagine the effrontery to come here and declare as if he has won? I won, me, it was me, I won not him!" Dariel exclaimed.
"I know my love, I know, even though the matter at hand is not about winning or lose rather about peace." Ohara said.
"The one thing I am happy for is that I can finally commend our daughter for her sharp tongue. It is better when she uses it on other people instead of use." Dariel sniggered.
