“We’re going to get a drink, boss.”
The priest scowled at the burly man, looking at him so sourly that the man immediately thought better than to leave.
“You are not being paid to drink,” the priest hissed. “You’re here to protect me at all costs.”
“We’re inside the keep,” the other man, who was almost as large as the first, replied. “There are plenty of guards out there.”
“And you two are supposed to guard me in here. What if he were to get inside? That’s why I have you two here!” the priest added, pounding his fist into the table he was sitting at. The priest continued to scowl at the two henchmen as they looked at the ground.
The sound of the lock in the door clicking caused all their heads to...