210 Gregen's Blade

"Why are you here?" Thomas recognized Gregen's voice.

"I might be the leader," Thomas heard Trak respond as a set of rusted hinges screeched until a sharp slide of a lock clicked. "But that doesn't mean I'm above doing regular tasks. I am not a noble. Besides, I like to think down here among the prisoners, where it's safe. You did make sure that every creature here was dealt with, correct?"

"Yes sir," Gregen responded, a bit of forced subservience slithering underneath his direct response.