Baron suddenly slammed a hand against the table.
"What a bunch of bull!"
His mechanical arm creaked as he leaned forward, his exposed eye fixed on Illumnar.
"You're asking us to convince millions of people to worship someone they've never even met? To build temples and erect statues while treating your kind as some sort of superior beings? Do you even hear yourselves?"
Illumnar regarded him without the slightest change in expression.
"Quite clearly. Is there something you find difficult to understand?"
Baron's expression darkened.
"Don't play games with me, you—"
"Baron." Magnus's voice cut through his outburst.
The older man turned towards him, visibly irritated.
"Don't tell me you're actually considering this nonsense!"
Magnus adjusted his glasses, his gaze remaining on Illumnar.
"Whether we consider it nonsense or not is beside the point. We came here to understand the terms of our allegiance. It would be foolish to dismiss them before finding any workaround."
