Just glaring was enough to scare the soldiers.
I returned my gaze to the duke. "Now, what was all that talk about Zamsau? How did you two end up acquainted?" I held him by his collar. "Oh and spare me the BS. Otherwise, I'm pretty sure you know how my lovely little stick feels when it lands, right?" I threatened him with my cane, which was gracefully hanging from my waist.
He nodded like a little kid. "Please don't hit-hit me again!" He pleaded. "I'll tell you everything!"
He was too easy. And I thought God's would-be apostle would be someone capable. But I was glad he wasn't.
But then again the guy had an issue with keeping secrets.
Taking my silence as a yes, he continued. "Two months ago he came to me in my dreams. He instructed me to poison my father and then the mountains. I poisoned a river that was frequented by dragons. They drank the water and spread the poison amongst themselves. It's to the north.
