A Willing Prisoner (Part 1)
'I don't know about selfish, but Juria might have had a point about the insensitive part.' Kamila swallowed down a morsel of roasted Trickster along with her own comment.
"Was it because of something you said, Ripha?" Lith asked. "You are not exactly Miss Congeniality."
"Yes." Menadion replied with a snort. "I dared ask Valeron and his companions to compensate me for my services and the materials needed to craft their equipment."
"I beg your pardon?" Everyone stopped eating, widening their eyes in surprise.
"You heard me." Menadion laughed wryly at the memory. "According to Her Ladyship Juria Ernas, Lochra and I should have worked for free. After all, as Awakened we were privileged and we had the duty to help the less fortunate.
"Valeron's was a noble cause and she demanded us to support it with all the means at our disposal in the name of the 'greater good'. Pompous asshole" Ripha's lips curled in disgust and her voice oozed contempt.