“Tell me who it was, and if he’s not dead already, I’ll have him killed for you.” Rune’s words were lazy. He didn’t even meet Elma’s eye as he spoke. “This isn’t a joke,” Elma said, stopping dead in the street. Rune paused, blinking. “I never said it was. And if you’re determined to have this discussion here, now, I suppose you’ve conveniently forgotten about the fact that the Rothen nobility have no qualms about capturing and enslaving my people.”
