“T-take me?” Alysia cried out, clearly distressed over this sudden turn of events.
I tightened my hand on her hilt and straightened my back, trying to give a feeling of strength and security for Alysia.
“That sword had been created using a powerful soul and several other rare materials. I’m quite interested in such a rare item.”
“The sword is bonded to me. We can’t be separated.” I declared, deciding rather than risk offending him, I’d use reason.
He put his hand on his chin, although I still couldn’t get a clear look at his face. “Soul bindings are hardly perfect. Your souls are indeed intertwined, but pulling them apart wouldn’t be too difficult. Of course, I could also just cut them apart.”
“Are you trying to bully me? Do you need to speak to the dungeon council about this?” I asked.
Once again, I tried to use another method to get him to stand back. After hearing Matty talk about the council with reverence, he seemed to suggest that they protected smaller dungeons from being bullied by bigger dungeons. What did he call it? The dungeon master pact? A stronger dungeon couldn’t attack a weaker dungeon. I had a feeling that this rule didn’t apply if I was the one entering, but I still had to try.
The man seemed taken aback, and then he let out a laugh. “You’re part of the council?”
“I am...” I responded, getting a feeling like something was off.
“Then, I should take even more from you!” He lunged at me.