"So you're going back to the city of Clifnal? That's no trouble, we were headed there anyhow." Karl shrugged.
"No, the fortress City of Bethoke. You will be brought to the Overlord's Temple for questioning on suspicion of being a spy."
"Whatever, as long as they're interested in buying tools, it's fine by me. You don't mind if we make a few pit stops at the farms along the way, do you?" Karl asked.
"What part of this are you not getting?" The demon asked.
"The part where you think you're in charge here. If it wasn't likely to offend the delicate sensibilities of the War Cleric, we would be having some harsh words about your assumption that you can just throw around accusations and detain merchants.
I would think that you would be a bit more understanding when you're asking for a favour. There are countless nomadic tribes out here, after all, and it would be a shame if we walked away the next time you met one."
