Egil, Torsten, Halvard, Dusty and Ralph all stared at Brynjar with disbelief. Ralph
slammed his fist down onto the table, getting up from the table with frustration.
“Damn it!” He shouted.
Brynjar did not understand what had him so upset. He glanced at Eira’s brothers for help. Bergvid decided to fill the silence by explaining everything to his nephew.
“Brynjar?” Bergvid called his nephew’s name. “Are you sure it was that color?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Brynjar confirmed. “It golden like a seed shape, but it had split or something.”
“f**k!” Torsten shouted. “Are you f*****g serious, man?!”
“That’s enough, Torsten!” Ralph shouted at his son.
“This was all your fault!” Torsten shouted at Ralph. “You just had to send her away!”
Ralph glared at Torsten,
