Ah, hello small furry creature. How do
you do?
The cat's eyes are clouded and gray, but
it stares at you with acute intensity.
Its eyes clear and it shakes its head
confused.
That's a pretty one.
Hey, mister. It's a lot nicer here than
that stinking boat, huh?
I'm sure glad you went back to save the
others. Saw one of them ringing out
their tunic at the shore a few hours
ago. Say
one, two, the crew. Three, four pretty
shells on the shore.
We already majest now speak.
I am a proud loyal to the order. I would
not dream of subverting our cause.
Please,
your godwoken has asked you a question.
Answer him.
Need I repeat myself?
It's time to accept reality.
We already majestic.
I can't wait all day.
Speak.
Subverting our cause.
Your god. Stay back. sorcerer and stay
silent. Our Godwoken speaks.
We know you've been helping sorcerers
escape, Atusa. We have proof.
I'd sooner cut my tongue out than lie to
you, Alexander. I know nothing of any
escapes.
If you can tell the Godwoken no more,
your tongue is of no use. Cut it out.
This can't be serious, Alexander. Come.
You should know by now to obey your
superior, magister. Whatever she
Atusa pinches the tip of her tongue with
two fingers and brings her dagger to its
root. Her eyes squeeze shut. Drops of
blood form against the dagger's edge and
quickly fall to the ground. She groans.
Stop.
My father, may his soul rest in peace,
would be disappointed in you, Atusa. To
think you would lie to his only son,
your bishop, and your friend these many
years.
The fate of our realm hangs in the
balance. If you will not help us save
it, then you will help the void destroy
it.
Dallas.
Yes, your holiness.
I believe we're done here.
What a waste.
Come. We'll be needed elsewhere.
It's time to accept.
Come on, old man. I can't wait all day.