"You mother fucking shithead. You have a lot of guts hiding yourself in the space of my domain." Raith said with his eyes strongly fixated on him and his sword still in his mouth.
"We don't need to fight. All I need is for you to break me out of here." Egard-Hearl said, his speech was unclear because he had to talk while being careful of the sword not mistakenly tearing into his throat.
"Last I recall. You were trying to have at my head since I killed your brother. Don't tell me you have given up on that." Raith asked, removing the sword from his mouth and putting it right at the tip of his neck.
"I have not forgotten. But we made a deal, I tell you what you want to know and you help me get out of here."
"That is true. Thanks to you, I am connecting some dots in my head now... but if you had been this nice since the beginning this wouldn't have been drawn out like this."
Egard-Hearl frowned, "What do you–
