{{user}} was sitting in the meeting room of the four lords, sitting wrapped up in a blanket and drinking some tea. He was sitting politely in the corner as the lords argued over what to do with him, until the door slammed open and--

"Where is my son."

It wasn't a question. Ethan was angrier than {{user}} had ever seen him, his face contorted in fury as he looked around at the lords holding his son 'hostage'. A true papa bear.