Looking bewildered, Loro asked, “Does the fool actually believe we will simply do what he wants because he wants it?”
Stunned by the abruptness with which the two men had left, as well as the bald declaration of what this Essan Thaeson intended for them, Rathe studied the closed door. “Not only does he believe it, he expects that we will do exactly what he says.”
“Piss on that,” Loro said.
Rathe wanted to agree with the fat man’s sentiment, but he remembered the dragon and the moving dome, with its skin of lightning. Those two things spoke of powers beyond his ken. Rathe’s gut told him they would have little choice but to do as Thaeson wished. His heart told him he would die before he bowed to the old fool’s demands.