The dark figure followed him out and put a dagger to his neck. "Where is the imperial seal?" a soft woman's voice threatened him.
"I thought the Aaorlins were all dead. How are you still alive? Did you defect from your duty? Do you know that defectors would be beheaded?" Deric said calmly.
"Shut up and tell me where the imperial seal is!!" she shouted impatiently. Her eyes roamed around into the dark fog as if she was afraid of something.
'She is scared of something, but what?' Deric thought with his eyes narrowed. He then subtly glanced down at her shivering hands and the knife that was trembling in her hold. 'She is definitely unsettled by something. If I don't act carefully she might kill me for real,'
"I don't have it," he said with a calm smile.
"Liar, give it to me!" she shouted, slicing his face. Deric remained calm and peered down at her sweaty face. "I really don't have it,"
