Capítulo 45: Resilience

Her red eyes sparkled with a knowing look as a light smirk appeared on her face. When she spoke, it was with a noticeable, lilting accent that the other two soon proved to share. "My, my, what's a Tel'Nathan doing in service of the inquisition? I thought your people had no issue with Goetian affinities."

"…"

"Not going to talk?" sneered the youngest woman as a small flame flickered into being above her index finger. "That's fine, we have ways of making you."

"Vidda, stop it," chided the blue-eyed woman. She gave Ullen a playful wink. "We don't want to ruin his perfect skin."

"Both of you shut your traps," said the eldest calmly. "Jereth and I have no patience for your nonsense."

"Please, by all means, continue," said the dreary man. "It's not like I have a business to run to put food in your mouths and weapons on your belts."