"Tell me, where is my wife?"
Hash shot one of Chargol's men in the feet, and he screamed in pain.
"You take the risk. I understood your bravery. But you cannot put my wife in the middle of this!"
He shot another arm of Chargol's men.
"If you aim for the kingdom, just take the kingdom, if you can!"
Chargol swallowed his own saliva. It tasted like his bile.
"I told you she finds her way out!"
He fake bravery and narrowed his eyes.
"I will give you a chance to tell me the truth. Maybe I won't kill you after that."
Hash's forceful voice was resonating in the grassland's atmosphere.
"I told you I placed her in a chamber. When I got back, she's gone. You can look around!"
Chargol's voice faltered. Not that obvious, but Hash could differentiate.
"Lies! I said, where did you bring her?"
"She got away! Which part of it didn't you understand?!"
Hash growled like someone has invaded his den.
