"What?" Kaedros demanded sharply, his expression turned cold as he looked at the Keeper. "We are going to do what?"
"What is he saying again?" Taria asked, already wary.
"Something about fighting to the death," Rauk replied dryly. He was already tired from everything that been happening.
The Keeper grinned, metal fangs gleaming. "What are you afraid of? I'm very small. You could probably bend me with one hand and melt my body."
"You just said you've killed thousands like us before," Taria shot back, spear still ready. "And looking at you, I don't think that's a lie. So what are you really up to."
"That's an exaggeration! Exaggeration! Exaggeration!" the metal thing crackled. The Keeper continued. "Don't you want food and water? It's inside, but first, you must fight me! Only then will you get what you want!"
