Flamewood Estate

Count Flamewood. A profit-driven yet logical man. He was also in his own way affectionate. 

People are resources and resources must be properly cared for. Tools must be kept in an optimal condition. This was the philosophy he learned to use on his family and on his territory. He was therefore very angry right now.

"You idiotic son! At first, you didn't want to leave the damn house and now you don't want to stay!? Is there something wrong with your head!?" Furiously yelled the count towards his hot-blooded son Felix.

They were currently inside of the Flamewood estate, east of Bosque's capital pith. This was the count's office located on the third floor of their large mansion.

"What the hell do you mean!? You were the one that sent me on this f*cking adventure in the first place you old coot! So what if I now want to continue huh?!" Felix shouted back.