"Do you really want to throw away your only chance at ascending to another tier? At standing among the greatest, merely because you would not take a few moments to listen?" Asclepius asked, trying to tempt the old man.
She could feel Pagan shaking with excitement, if the old man tried anything he would have full right to destroy everything. And Asclepius was starting to believe that this was the only way Pagan wanted things to pan out.
"I want to see this elder for myself then. The one who claims to be the Shri'killian," the old man said after some thought.
"Bring him to me," he added.
"Pagan!" Asclepius shouted, however it was already too late. Pagan held the elder by the throat, picking him up into the air with a single hand.
"Did you just refer to the Lighted One as if he were on the same level as you?" Pagan asked.
The shroom guards began surrounding the two of them, a thin membrane of poison already being expelled from their bodies.
