"You say the terms are favorable. Pray tell, what exactly is it?" The cantankerous old chiro named Donna Gahagen spoke up.
It was becoming clearly apparent that this old chiro woman was the de facto leader of this rag tag group of human-bats since she seemed to be the oldest member who was not senile or too ill to take charge.
The scribe who had dealt with her originally jumped up between Donna Gahagen and the Emperor, his eyes flashing.
"Silence! How dare you speak to the Emperor in that manner!"
Erick smiled. "Stand down, Fred. It's okay. She has a right to ask questions."
He turned to the old chiro, his aquamarine eyes anything but warm. These chiros obviously had no idea what their warriors had just done to the home of their hostess.
Donna Gahagen shrank underneath that noble regal stare. The Emperor was not a figure head. He was the real deal.
