"You are not part of us!" First blood finally snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. How dare this low-level talk to his master like that! Arrogant fools!
"But the one I'm accusing is one of you." Belialthorn pointed out.
Riven paused, then sat back once more with a gesture of his hand. "Go on."
"I believe his name is Thunder. As the leader of the raiding party and your guest, shouldn't I be awarded respect when I came here?"
The outlaws shifted among themselves, murmuring. Then they started grinning as what Belialthorn became clear to them. It didn't take them long for the room to be laughing again and again, Thunder the loudest.
Riven wasn't amused. "Come here Thunder."
The laughter cut off immediately and Thunder came out, he was smiling as he kneeled before the throne. "This is me, my Lord."
Riven nodded. "Do you disrespect him?"
