“„So you have a pretty sword. So what? What does that prove? You don‘t look like a god killer to me. I‘m Donny of Nadak, and you look like a pair of liars hoping for a free meal.“ His words silenced the room, an uneasy void interrupted only by the pop and hiss of the fire. Raithe looked over at Malcolm and whispered, „See. THIS is the problem with your plan. There‘s ALWAYS going to be a Donny.”