'Lord… can't you be a little gentle?' Hall thought weakly, his head dizzy.
If Ethan had heard him, he would have cursed. "Gentle my ass. I just saved your life and you're thinking about that?"
He stood straight, his expression cold and sharp. Dust and smoke filled the air. From the cloud of debris, a figure slowly emerged
It belongs to Priest Mureno.
The priest stood with a wide grin that didn't reach his eyes. His face was half hidden in shadow, but the twisted curve of his mouth was clear. "My Lord," he said softly. "Welcome to our humble abode."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "Cut the talk," he said flatly. "Tell me, whose followers are you?" He pulled out his sword, its edge gleaming faintly under the dim light.
Mureno tilted his head to the side, his grin widening. "Why? Do you want to worship our Lord too?"
