Sir Eric's room steamed as the heating debate finally ended. The blazing atmosphere finally cooled down. After shoving evidence one after another, at long last, the knight captain surrendered when the guildmaster arrived with the A-ranker, Tareth. He successfully convinced the guildmaster, James Vassileux.
Now, in the middle of Sir Eric's office, with the sun staring like a Roman God over the city, we all stood still, listening to the knight captain's confession. The middle-aged captain leaned with his fingers just below his nostrils.
And so, he began telling his tale.
"You're right, Sir Zal. I have been blackmailed by someone for quite some time until now."
His voice became terribly husky, as if his vocal cords had given up.
