"Lord Quinn is not the bothered right now, wizard."
"Fool, he NEEDS to hear what I have to say. Hasn't he always needed my words? You are not the reason we won the war. I am. My work, you are nothing more than a sword with a brain."
Paskel pushes him to the ground with ease. Gravity does most of the work. He towers over him, in size and cruelty.
"Do you know who I am? More importantly, do you know what I do to people like you? People weaker than me? Killing a man and a mouse hold the same pleasure," he snickers, relieving his sword from his hip.
"Disobey me again, and I will show you how much I enjoy it."
"PLEASE, soldier you mustn't turn me away. I hold the key to Lord Quinn's problem. I know where the RUNE..." his sentence is muffled behind Drago's hand, clenching his mouth shut. Im
