With slow steps, Lord Quade Accrius walked across the room. His eyes stopped on Nhero, the only person who had his head raised to him. Somehow finding Nhero's courage irksome, Quade felt his mood plummet. He raised his hand to unbutton the few buttons of his collar as he raked his eyes over the hooded figures tied and restrained by Nhero's men. He was oblivious by one particular aphrodite's striking gaze. A gaze that could pierce through bone and blood. Quade felt a sudden chill pass through him. It felt as though there was some ghost tapping on his shoulder.
"My Lord..." Nhero lowered his head. His words are brimming with reverence. At least it was what Quade thought he had heard.