"Master Zeno, I..." A voice protested from a dark corner in Zeno's office. The candlelight flickering revealed scars merging with wrinkles on an old monk's face.
"Enough!" Zeno's voice echoed through the entire second floor of the guildhall as his fist slammed down on the desk and nearly broke it in half. He kept it there and raised his head to meet Master Zhao's eyes with bloodred anger.
"We both know who and what you were before joining the monastery here. Lying to me is pointless, Zhao. If you're going to keep up the lies and tell me you do not know anything about this terrorist, I will beat it out of you myself. Too many innocents have died over this and it was the one promise we had sworn to hold above all else. No more innocent casualties at our hands. Especially within these walls!"
Zeno's voice swept from his throat to Zhao's ears and almost tore him apart. But the monk remained persistent. "Zeno, I swear they have the wrong person!" The monk said, raising his hands as if he wanted to hold Zeno back from doing something rash. He felt tiny in his chair, with the Guildmaster towering over him. Everything about the monk hinted at a weak and fragile nature. Everything about him was wrong.
Zeno knew this man was responsible for two guild wars and the destruction of an entire valley of villages here in the mountains. A powerful mage to say the least. Zhao had a similar background story as Zeno, but Zeno suspected the old Guildmaster of Carnage was not looking for redemption.
"If you had no idea what these men were after you would have already surrendered yourself hours ago and Rarik, Beth and Delphius would still be alive! But no, I had to come seek you out myself, find you cowering behind magically locked doors, and drag you all the way here. You know you're guilty of whatever they're accusing you of and you know what they will do to you. That's why you're still here and not out there. You coward!" Zeno said as he moved closer to Zhao, his aura ready to skin the old monk alive.
Then, Zhao's face twisted, it changed... The wrinkles started to twitch, the scars became even uglier somehow, his jaws clench and his vile eyes met Zeno's unflinchingly.
"You're every bit the monster I am, Zeno. You bloody hypocrite. Hell, you're worse! And you dare to stand there and judge me?"
The words had only left Zhao's throat for a moment and Zeno's fist had already met Zhao's nose. The chair toppled over and Zhao crashed against the wall. With a flick of Zeno's hand, a card shot out at the wall. Within the blink of an eye, a portal opened and Zhao was sucked in.
All that remained after it closed was the upside-down chair.
Zeno repositioned it properly and looked at the time.
No more calls since ten minutes ago... Perhaps we can make it there in time to prevent the next wave of killing...
And where the hell is Kiba? He should have been here by now.
"Enough!" Zeno's voice echoed through the entire second floor of the guildhall as his fist slammed down on the desk and nearly broke it in half. He kept it there and raised his head to meet Master Zhao's eyes with bloodred anger.
"We both know who and what you were before joining the monastery here. Lying to me is pointless, Zhao. If you're going to keep up the lies and tell me you do not know anything about this terrorist, I will beat it out of you myself. Too many innocents have died over this and it was the one promise we had sworn to hold above all else. No more innocent casualties at our hands. Especially within these walls!"
Zeno's voice swept from his throat to Zhao's ears and almost tore him apart. But the monk remained persistent. "Zeno, I swear they have the wrong person!" The monk said, raising his hands as if he wanted to hold Zeno back from doing something rash. He felt tiny in his chair, with the Guildmaster towering over him. Everything about the monk hinted at a weak and fragile nature. Everything about him was wrong.
Zeno knew this man was responsible for two guild wars and the destruction of an entire valley of villages here in the mountains. A powerful mage to say the least. Zhao had a similar background story as Zeno, but Zeno suspected the old Guildmaster of Carnage was not looking for redemption.
"If you had no idea what these men were after you would have already surrendered yourself hours ago and Rarik, Beth and Delphius would still be alive! But no, I had to come seek you out myself, find you cowering behind magically locked doors, and drag you all the way here. You know you're guilty of whatever they're accusing you of and you know what they will do to you. That's why you're still here and not out there. You coward!" Zeno said as he moved closer to Zhao, his aura ready to skin the old monk alive.
Then, Zhao's face twisted, it changed... The wrinkles started to twitch, the scars became even uglier somehow, his jaws clench and his vile eyes met Zeno's unflinchingly.
"You're every bit the monster I am, Zeno. You bloody hypocrite. Hell, you're worse! And you dare to stand there and judge me?"
The words had only left Zhao's throat for a moment and Zeno's fist had already met Zhao's nose. The chair toppled over and Zhao crashed against the wall. With a flick of Zeno's hand, a card shot out at the wall. Within the blink of an eye, a portal opened and Zhao was sucked in.
All that remained after it closed was the upside-down chair.
Zeno repositioned it properly and looked at the time.
No more calls since ten minutes ago... Perhaps we can make it there in time to prevent the next wave of killing...
And where the hell is Kiba? He should have been here by now.