Kaelen was silent for a moment.
"Fine. This is a matter of principle. No one is allowed to challenge the authority of the great families. I will send Joric and my other disciples to assist you. They are more than enough to crush a single rogue."
"You are not coming yourself?" Daemon asked, unable to hide his surprise.
"Why would I?" Kaelen's voice was filled with genuine disbelief.
"Do you expect me, Kaelen Ashton II, to personally dirty my hands with a nameless stray? My time is far too valuable. My disciples will handle it. Do not disappoint me, Daemon. Crushing this insect should be a simple matter for you."
The connection ended. Daemon was left standing in the ruins, an alliance of two and a half families at his command.
It was not the overwhelming force he had hoped for, but it would have to be enough. He sent out the coordinates for the rendezvous point, his mind already formulating a plan of attack.
