-Where the hell is Zhenzi? – Phomeryka demanded to know, straining her neck and scanning the shadows behind the foreigner that had just opened the cellar’s door and finding nobody else standing past the massive frame of the foreign man.
-She went ahead to plead our case to King Hanta – The stranger calmly responded in a purposefully essayed voice – She said she wanted to smooth things out, so that you wouldn't be hurt when we get there.
-Wait? Wasn't that your job to do? – She asked with a suspicious frown – Why would you make her go in your place?
-Because we both agreed I was to stay behind and take you there myself – The man replied – It is safer that way.
-Oh, really? For whom? – The Xoltunian sneered, glaring at him with contempt – Now, excuse me if I find it quite hard to belie
