Helios Walked to the head of the table, picked up the fallen seat and sat down, crossed his legs and clasped his fingers together. They just watched him do as he pleased, unable to do or say a thing.
"Where are the others?" He asked in a calm tone if inquiring about a group of mischievous friends. "You can talk," he looked at the red haired man amongst them.
"Lord Helios, please…" He dropped dead immediately and his body became dust.
"wrong answer," he said and looked at another. "Answer the question or become like him," he gestured where the other and previously stood but now a pile of dust was all that was left. "Where are the others?"
"I do not know, my Lord," he replied and shut his eyes, waiting for the worst to happen. He opened his eyes, surprised to still be alive.
"You had something with you, what was it?" He asked the other man.
"A map, Lord Helios," he replied and just like the other, he did not die.
