"I get your point but you also have to get mine." Vastor replied. "You are the one who refuses treatments that require Forbidden Magic. If you die, none of what you've just mentioned will matter and Jirni will have to face everything by herself.
"Is this what you want?"
"I don't want to but I have to." Orion trembled form head to toe, feeling his stomach churn as he spoke. "That's why I brought you a gift. I had Kigan carry it here under the cover of darkness."
"A gift?" Vastor was puzzled.
"Criminals that I officially failed to capture. Scum of society that if convicted by a tribunal would be sentenced to death." Orion spat the next words like they were poison on his tongue. "Specimens for your experiments."
