142 The Great Ladran

And indeed he was. The guy stirred and popped open his eyes. “Where am I?” He asked groggily. “And who the hell are you people? And where the hell is my skin? And why the hell are you wearing my skin?” The fervour of his voice increased with each question such that by the last question, he was practically shouting. He had already even leaped up by then but the sound of three swords leaving their scabbards made him relax immediately. “Well, who are you and what do you want to do with me?” He demanded eyeing them mutinously. “Well, the first thing I want you to do is shut the hell up,” Erom said impatiently. “In case you haven’t realised, you are a captive here. So start behaving like one.” “Captive?” the man cackled like a mad beast. “I, the great Ladran a captive? I don’t think you understand what is going on here boy. The brotherhood will tear you all to pieces when they find out.” “If I were you, I would stop talking for real,” Erom said looking bored. “For example, now that y