Brandon didn't have the chance to take them away. No, Doran could hear the grumbling from a mile away.
He knew that the Foodie Nymph was coming to them.
Strange, the General thought when he didn't smell any nymph mana in the air.
What had happened?
"Pan!" Sylvan's yell was accompanied by three Boliari throwing a net over Brandon!
"Doran! Don't you dare give my son to Brandon the way the git is now!" Sylvan yelled.
Doran would have fallen to his knees and prayed if he still believed in such things.
He guessed that it wasn't to be.
He smiled, as he saw Solas, Callahan, and another man behind the nymph.
"Well," Doran patted Brandon on the bulk, as he picked up Pan and walked to the side.
"Time to get tamed once more," Doran said, as he sat down and watched Solas crack a whip.
Man, that was…
The blonde was wearing his usual black and golden robes.
The whip cracked, hitting scales. Solas spun, bringing it down on Brandon's snout next!
