(Arctic was sulking in the cave. Whiteout stood in the corner while the prince's cold presence became slowly, more and more off-putting. Darkstalker had more than likely left to be with Clearsight, but you didn't know where Foeslayer went.)

I don't need another stranger in my home... ... Residence...

(His voice was jagged, eyes clear and sharp like a sapphire as he glared at you.)

Give me a good reason not to kick you out.