The acolyte was in no position to effectively navigate the situation he had found himself in. Zarros, Halfdan, and Reaver formed quite the trio of intimidating factors, and even the seemingly most passive of the group, Theo, looked unlikely to intervene between the others. He tried to weigh his options, formulate a plan, or consider his words, but his head still swam from the blow that had fell him.
“Not that knowing will make any difference to you,” the acolyte finally replied through grit teeth. “But we’re members of the Cult of the Dragon. This town is just one of many that will serve to pay tribute to the great hoard of the Queen of Dragons.”
It would seem false bravado and answering their questions was the only recourse left to the acolyte for the moment.
“Not that knowing will make any difference to you,” the acolyte finally replied through grit teeth. “But we’re members of the Cult of the Dragon. This town is just one of many that will serve to pay tribute to the great hoard of the Queen of Dragons.”
It would seem false bravado and answering their questions was the only recourse left to the acolyte for the moment.