"Those who wish to join the Roman Empire stand and come to me. Everyone else may leave."
My words cool the scorching air and Thessen feels his first reprieve from the burning mana.
Even though his skin is perfectly fine, Durin-son makes him feel like a hot poker is inching closer to his face.
This is extortion at its finest, having seen my strength, uncommon mana usage, and familiar relations with the sudden appearance of druids, I went from being an overwhelming bandit of skile and grain to a shining beacon of hope from the invading druids.
The human mind is fickle, and many have already had a change of heart.
"You have tied your fate to the Druids? Who in Useja's name are you?"
Thessen turns his head, no longer stoic but shocked to the core.
As far as any human knows, druids negotiate with no one, but Durin-son is staying his hammer out of consideration of my word.
