Elder Brown POV

“So… tell me,” I said, stepping closer, my voice cold. “What did King Valtor call you for?”

The Seer stared back at me defiantly, refusing to speak. His hands were bound tightly to the wooden chair, ropes cutting into his wrists.

“It seems you’re eager to die,” I said darkly.

“I’d rather die than betray my promise,” he spat, only to receive a heavy blow from Lucky that made blood spill down his chin.

“Do you even realize who you’re talking to?” Lucky snarled.

“Easy, Lucky,” I muttered, raising a hand. Torturing him slowly might be satisfying, but I didn’t have the whole day to waste here....