Feanor turned, raising an eyebrow, "Is that so? Well, sit down and we can talk." He gestured to several chairs around a table, all significantly less fanciful than his own plush seat at the head of the table.
Shadow sat down at the opposite side from Feanor, watching him, "Why did you kill the brave adventurer?"
"Simple," Feanor said, yawning, "Statistics show that he would've endeavored to stop me and would have, most likely, succeeded."
Micheal stayed standing, glaring intensely at Feanor.
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