A Small Favor
"What do you want from me?! "Jake yelled with a mocking tone. "If you know everything about me, you should already know that I won't give you the liquid alloy and since I'm not stupid either, I know very well that you can't do anything to me or you would have already sacrificed me on the altar."
Facing the stubborn man in front of her, the Zhorion woman's face twitched several times, but to Jake's surprise she managed to contain herself and retained her gentle smile. Compared to the priest of the Chaos tribe, her self-control was commendable. Though, admittedly, she was not influenced by any Flintium.
"I know for sure that you won't give me your metal," she admitted straight away after recovering her peacefulness. "I'm not allowed to take it from you anyway, not even to exchange it for an equivalent reward. It's too late to get the metal back and I know I can't convince you."
"So what do we do? And why are we still talking? "Jake asked, this time in a perplexed tone.