Albert turned toward him.
"I did."
The old man's brows drew together.
"And you saw no reason to inform us before doing so?"
"There was nothing to be gained by attacking them there."
"Nothing to be gained?" His beard stirred as he scoffed. "We agreed that those people could not be allowed to interfere, and we need them all dead. Yet, you invited them into your home, fed them, and sent them on their way."
"He heard you the first time."
The interruption came from the woman hovering on Albert's other side.
Her dark green hair fell in lustrous waves down her back, shifting gently in the breeze.
She possessed a voluptuous figure and a soft, motherly face, though the displeasure gathering in her eyes gave little indication that she intended to offer the old man any kindness.
A silky black robe draped around her body, its loose neckline and flowing folds leaving considerably more skin exposed than the elder considered respectable.
