"But what intrigues me… is the purpose. That part, I admit, took us some time to uncover. So, Prime Minister, what precisely were these men using the stolen silver for?" Drayce finally paused his footsteps and he turned his face to look at the man with the scar.
However, the smile that had been on the brink of Drayce' lips faded swiftly upon hearing Marvyn's reply, "It was used to smuggle slaves into our kingdom, from Ocerian."
Silence fell between them, Drayce was looking at the Prime minister with a shock ridden face, trying to decide if his ears had heard him correct. His words stir something in his stomach.
"Ha… Ha… Ha!!!" his loud laughter broke the silence.
Then in one smooth motion, he drew the closest guard's sword and his arms swept down cutting Lord Rowen's wrist. The man's loud, whimpering scream through his gag echoed in the cell.
Glancing at the man now sprawled on the floor, bloodied and painful, Drayce's seething fury transformed into a dark, deadly rage.
