Demitri calmed his emotions and didn't let them show on his face.
"I indeed came to persuade you, but I realize now is not the appropriate time.
"Wait until our people bring those two skeleton frames back, then we can have a proper talk. Before that, you have plenty of time to think, and I hope you won't disappoint me."
He stood up to leave but was suddenly called back.
"Wait a minute!"
Demitri felt a stir in his heart and immediately a mix of emotions.
Was the prevously righteous act all a facade?
He turned to look at Dylan, whose expression was strange:
"You mean... you're going to capture them and then talk to me?"
"I didn't use any particularly rare words just now, did I?"
"Then you'd better write a letter to Makala, telling my wife, my lord, that I'm going to stay here for a good while."
"Hmm?"
Demitri finally understood the teasing at the corner of Dylan's mouth.
Good grief, does he doubt our ability to catch them?
