''Play any trick and you'll wish you were never born.'' Tiny bolts of lightning wriggled on Jerouch's hand, as he caressed Bolus's face who had already wetted his pant in horror.
Bolus had already been broken, seeing the sheer aura of doom that the lightning bolts on Jerouch's hand carried.
The pose of this figure before him was like that of the guild leaders in the city. That made him understand that it was either he complied with everything the lad said or he ceased to live.
Gulping down the mouthful of saliva that had accumulated in his buccal cavity, he proceeded to answer truthfully everything that Jerouch wanted to know.
''There are five guilds in this city who governed its affair.'' Bolus muttered, his two knees on the floor, trying as much as he could to avoid Jerouch's solemn gaze.
''They're the White Eagle, Burning Crow,
Golden Hawks,
Raven Sky, and Avys guilds.
