Rhathio, the head disciple, was the only one present at the moment. The other participants of his region were out, commanding their armies with their subordinates. Nevertheless, he was sure that everyone would have felt as angry as him in this situation. "You come into my region and ask us to surrender. Good, good! There's no need for you to head back and tell your leaders that I refuse. Your death should be a good enough message for that."
However, the emissary didn't look that concerned. "That's true. You could kill me very easily. However, how about you listen to the rest of the message? I only asked for you to surrender first because our leader told me to do so. There's more."
"Is that so?" Rhathio asked. "Then tell me what else you could say that would stop me from taking your head."
