Horam's body trembled as he struggled to breathe, his eyes darting in panic. Who was Horam? A member of the Poison Sigil!
Their order was the most powerful and feared among all the orders because of their deadly poisons. Their order was infamous throughout the entire Great Western Desert and even the land beyond that.
Anyone who heard that name would tremble in fear!
But now…
Damon's grip tightened ever so slightly, just enough to make Horam's bones creak. "If you don't talk," he whispered, voice low and icy, "you'll find that death isn't nearly as quick as you're hoping for."
Those are my lines, damn it! Horam screamed inwardly. "You… want… the others?" He rasped. "Fine, I will call everybody here! The entire order will be here within a minute!" His eyes shone with righteous fury as if Damon had wronged him gravely.
"You… you have no idea what you've done!" he wheezed. "You think killing me will end this? Once they know a foreign bloodsucker trespassed on the Dune of Graves-"
