As Thomas was preparing another spell. A whistle could be heard around them. The whistle was followed by a few more. Thomas looked around and an arrow simply dug it's way in the sand in from of him.
"Aluria, take cover behind me!" He said to her "Seems like we aren't alone."
As he said so, a rather fat man came out of the bushes that were growing on the beach. He was followed by three more. The fat one was clearly their leader. He clearly had an Irish accent. "Hahaha! Thomas Heinfield!" Started to laugh the ugly man, "I told you not to come out your castle again, or I would burry an arrow deep inside your skull!"
"I can see that your aim improved, Jonas! Maybe a few more years of practicing on poor kitten and puppies will make you finally hit my toes!" Answered Thomas, fire burning inside his eyes. Unseating his rapier, Thomas faked a laugh. That Jonas clearly bought.
"It's over lord Heinfiled, I've grown tired of your continuous departure, my people need a landlord who will be able to keep things together! And from what I can tell you are non-stop traveling instead of working with us!"
"It's because my sister is taking of things better then I, if you want to complain to her... Maybe you should try to get an audience!" Yelled Thomas with a laugh, a real one this time.