“Maybe we should have taken him to his house,” Ramnlin said as they stared down at Vicker. He was still knocked out by whatever the elders gave them. Maximus sighed. He groaned because he knew that was the best move, but there was no best move where Vicker was concerned. Maximus knew his son was going to end up here anyway, because he blamed him for everything. He would rather he woke up here and they could get whatever this was out of the way without him going on a killing spree to prove a point.
“Just go and fetch his bride and son, so that when he wakes up, they’re here.” Maximus said.
“Are you sure about that?” Ramnlin asked, looking sceptical. “Vicker is crazy. He might think you had a hand in this somehow.”
“He already thinks that. Go,” Maximus said. “And ask the elder what the
