"I see you found us, Eedaj," Tralbok calmly spoke, unfazed. "Mind elaborating as to how you did it so quickly?"
"That's not for me to say, as I wasn't the one who found you," replied Eedaj. "Now, hand Moranti over, along with his scythe, and we'll allow both of you to leave peacefully."
Tralbok chuckled. "You think a band of low-level gods can intimidate us? Sure, I know that Sterfen is hiding somewhere, but that won't make much of a difference. Don't force me to--"
"Don't worry about me!" Moranti shouted with beaming arrogance, refusing to be used as a hostage. "I may get hurt, but Tralbok and Oosam can't kill me. Just do what you need to!"
Hiding his contempt for Moranti with a smile that wasn't a smile, Tralbok continued, "If you want to fight, then we'll oblige. But don't expect us to back down so easily. We've got somewhere to go, so hurry up and decide whether you'll risk your lives in vain or not."
