"I am surprised Lord Benwick. You did not seem to be the suicidal type to me. I expected much more of a fight from you."
He coughed up more blood and laughed, cackles falling out of his mouth like the last cracking of a twig in a tiny fire. "You think you are smart, but you are not the smartest. Someday, somehow, someone will whisper something to you and you will do it. One thing will to two and two will lead three."
Once again, he coughed before continuing, "Eventually you will have someone like me by your side. Maybe it will be one of those with you today or maybe it will be someone else. I don't know who but someone will pull your strings."
He breathed his last and his head fell.
Duke Thorin sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?"
The others raised their heads and their nostrils flared.
"Fuck!" Sigrid cursed. She waved her hand once and they all vanished out of the manor, coming out a small distance beyond the wall.
