"What do you mean maybe we will eat?" Rota asked. "We are hungry."
Greylord turned her. "This is not a place that bends to your needs. Once you enter Twilight Castle, you are under its rule. You are subjected to its will."
"And if we demand not to be?" Belialthorn asked but he already knew the answer to that.
"Death."
"And if we try to leave?" Rota's eyes went to where the gate was, it had returned to its position.
"Death."
"I guess we have no option now." Alaric said.
"I guess not," Belialthorn said absently. "What is this place exactly?"
"It's still a surprise that you knew nothing about Twilight," Belialthorn couldn't see his eyes but he was sure Greylord was looking at him. It was just as hot as the eyes that were watching him from the castle earlier. "Especially you. It's a surprise."
