'why that little...' tobias says, warping to marko. 'boss, weve got a problem.'<br/><br/>'out with it.' he orders.<br/><br/>'your sons run off with the princess.' he says.<br/><br/>'that back stabbing little. he always was too soft.' he says, turning to hindsight. /if youll excuse me, i have to deal with a family matter.' he says, warping infront of lavawolf. 'where the hell do you think your going?'