"Um, y-yes." Wolfram mumbled. "It's my fault, really...one thing just led to another and sooner then I know it me, Lach, Bleddyn and some annoying girl where stuck in cells." He rambled, stammering wildly as he spoke. "I...I promise, Mrs. Asfaw, I-I didn't mean for any harm to come to your daughter.""Okay, Wolfram. I'd say it was nice to meet you, but seems we're a little beyond that. I'm Mrs. Asfaw to you. Appears you've met my daughter already," Ash concluded dryly, only now mentally revisiting what had been rambled.
"So.... kidnapping? And somehow my Bleddyn was involved?" Her casual tone had stiffened slightly, but not noticeably so.
Recognizing the brewing storm within her mother, Bleddyn backed up a pace, pressing against her father's shirt when he didn't move aside.
Connor looked down at her, his face hardening with visible menace for whoever had tried to steal her away, but still he remained as soundless as her.