Rage. All that Feyrith could feel was white hot rage. He paced around the Inn room cursing everything and everyone under the sun in this town. He eventually lashed out.

“How dare that imposter flaunt around like he is me!” He growled out. Chest rumbling. “Handsome devil I am- I’m- he!!” The man tugged at his hair. Teeth clenched as he recalled the arrogance his doppelgänger had shown. “IM GONNA KILL HIM!”