A middle-aged lady entered the dungeon and sat in front of Benjamin’s cellar. He looked at her but said nothing.

“Are you not even going to ask why I am here?” she asked. She was a tall woman with long earlocks.

Benjamin replied a bit late. “What do you want… Uzza?”

“I heard that in the land of Lille, there’s a woman named Rebecca, whom you’ve given your bite mark,” she frowned at him. “How can you give your power to some women outside the clan?”

“First of all, she’s my wife,” Benjamin said,