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"Who is that?" Belialthorn asked, his eyes darting around to see who or what Cook was talking about but no one was there except them.
Cook didn't answer, her eyes were trained up at Greylord as if they were communicating with their eyes alone. Belialthorn wouldn't be surprised if that was the case though, he had seen a lot of strange things here. Been here was strange enough.
Rota was getting tired of all this and besides, she was hungry, so she took a step forward and demanded. "What is happening now? Are we getting food or not?"
Cook and Greylord have finished their unspoken conversion so he turned to them and cleared his throat. "Of course, you'll be fighting for your food. What happened just now is the Castle..."
Cook stiffened dark eyes like clear night. "You dare? You dare enter my room? You have a lot of guts!"