"It isn't our job to provide proof after that," Dravon said. "We do not waste time debating with traitors. It is YOU who must prove you are not guilty."
Primus chuckled softly.
"Such demon behavior," he murmured, then met Dravon's eyes without a hint of fear. "Alright then, what kind of proof do you want from us?"
Dravon tilted his head. Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you have?"
Primus didn't flinch.
"Allow us to interrogate the envoy in front of you. I can prove he is lying." His gaze slid to Gyros like a blade.
Gyros stiffened.
"What? I am the envoy of Dragos! You have no authority to question me, much less interrogate me!"
Primus ignored him completely and kept his attention on Dravon. Dravon shook his head slowly.
"That will be difficult for me to allow." Then his eyes narrowed, shifting away from Primus toward the cloaked figures standing below. My summons. "But… I am curious about them. They don't smell like demons. Not even close."
