Seeing Caldwell getting agitated — not to mention the fact he was still only covered up by a towel — was making Oriole nervous. "Caldwell, I—"
"Maybe you should remind your Queen about our agreement, Oriole," Caldwell snapped, poking Oriole repeatedly with the same finger over the same spot on his chest — which was gradually starting to get sensitive. "If you want my help, then you need to help me back!"
He grabbed his head with both hands. "Do you even understand what I'm dealing with here?" he asked the other one. "I'm the right-hand man to the most feared tyrant in all of Chandra," he reminded him. "I'm putting my life in danger to help your kingdom! Do you even understand what that means?"
Seeing Caldwell quickly losing his temper, Oriole tried to stop him in his tracks. "Caldwell," he said, trying to get his attention, "I get it, I—"
"I'm a dead man, Oriole!" Caldwell cut him off, and Oriole clammed up. "Jivana and Chandra both might be after Prince Quacey, but who's conquering the cities? Who's executing prisoners? Who's spreading his terror through the kingdom?"
"Maybe you should remind your Queen about our agreement, Oriole," Caldwell snapped, poking Oriole repeatedly with the same finger over the same spot on his chest — which was gradually starting to get sensitive. "If you want my help, then you need to help me back!"
He grabbed his head with both hands. "Do you even understand what I'm dealing with here?" he asked the other one. "I'm the right-hand man to the most feared tyrant in all of Chandra," he reminded him. "I'm putting my life in danger to help your kingdom! Do you even understand what that means?"
Seeing Caldwell quickly losing his temper, Oriole tried to stop him in his tracks. "Caldwell," he said, trying to get his attention, "I get it, I—"
"I'm a dead man, Oriole!" Caldwell cut him off, and Oriole clammed up. "Jivana and Chandra both might be after Prince Quacey, but who's conquering the cities? Who's executing prisoners? Who's spreading his terror through the kingdom?"