"These men are bullying me! They're using sorcery to intimidate me," Oenopides grumbled, brushing aside a fly that had nearly entered his mouth as he spoke.
Glax and Mors were standing with their arms folded across their chests and looking unfriendly, while the iatromancer paced back and forth in front of Rusa's highest authorities. Everyone was in the courtyard in front of the temple, answering the call of Lord Oenopides.
Commander Seleukos scratched his face under his mask, and sighed.
"Lord Glax, Lord Marcellus... Did you use sorcery, as Lord Oenopides accuses you?"
"No, Commander Seleukos." Glax spoke shamelessly.
The eyes turned to the mysterious Marcellus.
"Do I look like a sorcerer?" he questioned arrogantly.
"So how did these things happen in your presence?! Explain yourselves!" Oenopides demanded angrily.
