"A master shall not have dinner with his servant," Riven reminded him.
"But you're different," Azerin stated, standing up. He took a step closer to him. "You saved my life and I saved yours. In fact, I saved you twice. The warriors are still looking for you. Do you know you're a notorious criminal in everyone's eyes?"
Riven rolled his eyes, taking a step back. "Master, my intention was never to kill them. I was given the wrong drug in the same amount of a sleeping aphrodisiac," he muttered.
"Who cares about your intentions, Riven? Whether you give it or not, you are involved in their murders. If I want I can throw you outside to get caught. However, I want you to find out who develops this drug," Azerin offered a deal to him.
"How can I even do that? I bought this drug almost ten years ago," Riven stated.
"Well, you've a month, Riven. You must bring me the origin of this drug," Azerin replied.
