With Brad in the hospital, recovering from the nasty effects of the Venomshank's grasp, Mayor Thaniyel was left to his duties, deeply worried for his son, but he also had his people to take care of. He stood in his office, sitting down on the chair and letting out a sigh, a frown on his face.

"My poor boy... I can't stop thinking of what that cursed thing did to him..." He shook his head, unable to take his mind off of the incident, still incredibly stressed because of it, his mind too crowded, unable to focus.