“I know about you Archers,” Coil said. He had stopped scanning the area. He spoke, barely above a whisper. His voice echoed regardless. It bounced around the chamber in which they huddled, and then faded away.
“You know about us?” Quill said, but it was Anthony that took a step forward. It looked like if Coil said the wrong thing about Archers, Anthony was primed to fight.
Blodwyn swung his staff, preventing further movement.
“Want everyone to think you’re such badasses. You all took vows and served your king. You did his dirty business, stealing land and collecting taxes.” Coil’s expression showed his disgust. The flame in front of his nose, conjured images of demons. “You guys got fed up with the bureaucracy and politics disappeared. You left your posts, and fled. Might be the king is
