Lloyd's POV
He sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. Ellisar and Droth were being difficult since the dinner ended. They came barging straight into his room, acting like two spoiled kids though the former was decades older than him. He had been listening to the two of them go on about Zack for the past two hours, and he was getting more restless than ever. Elize had asked him to meet her after dinner but he was being held up by two grown babies.
"Why are you so bothered by him?" He finally asked, looking up at the elves.
"He is an outsider, my prince," Ellisar replied, pointing towards the door. "Our soldiers will not feel at ease if he leads one of the groups."