The tribe (4)

Trying not to get burned alive at this point, Eric mumbles. "Sorry for the disturbance lady Kashentis but I need your help."

"And who shall ye be for me to help? You're just a youngling, a newborn." Harshly projected, her tone is forcing flakes of dirt from the ceiling to fall down even.

But ego has to be pushed away now, because even as a dead soul she can kill everyone here. Therefore Eric elaborates, "A powerful woman has told me that you were the only one in history who could generate black fire."

Using the stretch of silence, Eric adds right after. "I as the new Electus and as the new Golden blood, have to generate black fire... or else."

"Or else? Is thou threatening me? The mother of fire?" Kashentis interrupts, not quite understanding what Eric meant.

Having it hard not to yell right now, under a muffled tone he adds. "You're the mother of fire, we all know that but you've slept for millenia and don't understand what's threatening the whole world right now."