Drogan looked at the smirk of his old friend, Refl. He knew the man was not smug, he was being helpless. The story behind him getting into his lair was also unbelievable to his ears, yet here he was standing in front of him with hands down and shoulders lowered.
"You must be in cahoots with that new teacher," said Niamh. "Killing you would be beneficial for us."
"Enough, Niamh," said Drogan. "You're not talking to a man that could be easily threatened."
"You know me best, old friend," said Refl as he raised his chin a little bit.
"Tell me what you know about this teacher," said Drogan.
"Why would I do that? You will know him soon enough," said Refl.
"You will mobilize your own troops to aid him? Is that what you implying?!" asked Ferece. He didn't want an answer and looked at Drogan, "Captain! We need to sever his head now!"
