"The principle is actually quite simple, it's just buried beneath Hurd's complex rituals and rules." Winters twirled a bone whistle around his fingertip: "Just ask, and I'll tell you."
Caman gritted his teeth: "Ask?"
"Yes! You just need to ask. 'Mr. Montaigne, how does a beast speaker drive wild beasts?' Is it that hard to say? If you do not seek knowledge, do you expect it to come knocking at your door?" Winters was resolute: "If you don't ask, then I won't reveal a single word. I won't force you to divulge the secrets of the Divine Arts, and I hope you can do the same."
Caman roared like thunder: "I couldn't care less about the magic of heretics!"
Winters responded sharply: "That's your concern!"
The two seemed to clash fiercely, but actually, Caman's attitude was unconsciously softening.
Another bout of silence ensued.
"According to…" Caman, his voice hoarse, struggled to say: "I should eliminate you right now..."
