WHO HAS THE AUDACITY TO DEMAND NEGOTIATIONS WITH ME?
The words hang in the air, the slight echo only serving to highlight each syllable.
The slight breeze stilled, letting the mist surrounding her remain motionless for a moment. The breaking of the gentle waves against the beach was muffled.
So lets get this right. This yokel murders one of my sons, then you turn up and help him murder another, and then you agree to meet me at a beach where my powers are at their most potent? You are either the most wonderfully stupid creatures I have come across, or perhaps the most heroic.
She made an imperious motion of with her arms and wisps of morning mist gathered on the beach, forming a table and seats for her and the party, complete with silver goblets filled with ruby-red wine.
Now, my dearest heroes. Let’s sit, toast and…negotiate, for I think there is a way to resolve our difficulties.