Jonson clenched the knife tighter then relaxed. He fell down to his knees.
"Greetings, my lord. What makes you visit my humble home?"
Siderius took a few more puffs from his pipe before answering.
"You should already know, Jonson. All of those deaths need an answer. Baron of Scalize has entrusted me again to deal with this issue."
"I don't know what you mean, my lord."
"You don't? Pick this up then." Siderius threw a small silver piece onto the floor.
Jonson widened his eyes. His pupils dilated due to shock. The man stayed still.
"Well? Why don't you pick it up?" Siderius chuckled lightly.
Jonson reached out his trembling hand and grabbed the piece of silver. His skin sizzled and let out a line of white smoke.
"How do you know?" Jonson's voice had changed. There was no longer any hesitation nor fear, only intimidation.
"It wasn't that hard to find you, Jonson. You didn't try to hide yourself either." Siderius shrugged.
