Aric blinked. "No. We're hunters. Lone wolves and the only higher power we serve is Krig, the god of war and chaos. Why would I subject myself to serving as a puppet? I've dignity."
A faint smile found Marek's lips. "I believe you."
"You should, because no one will be as honest as I am to you. Do not let your mind wander to such a thing again. You must be headstrong and know that my unwavering faith and trust will never quench."
"Of course, master. Forgive me..." Marek paused. "My mind has just been clouded."
"Well, clear it, I don't need you to be divided. We've got a missing ravenite to find."
"What will you do when we find the ravenite?"
"That, my son, is a mystery I'll gladly unravel when I get my hands on them."
"Them?"
"Yes. I have a reason to believe it wasn't that female with a bloodthirsty glare. Knowing the Reaper, he might have sent more or worse, he's here."
Marek swallowed hard. "I've heard the Reaper is a terrifying warrior wanted by the Court."
