I'm going to let you out now. Your gear is just outside in the basket. You lost a few things however while you were dead. I'm going to deal with the witch for this now.
He writes a note to Maya, folds it and hands it to her
Something is off here. Watch Sir Monk
Hatred pulls away his maul and readies it as he unlocks the door, kicks it down and bashes the caster across the head with his maul while she's distracted with chatting with Gawain. If she falls off this balcony I did not know was there, I jump down after her. Either way, grab her by the collar and hold her up against the wall in a spot where she can hear me. My voice amplified to the highest it can now possibly go, to the point it can shatter glass within within 10ft of me, tattoos still glowing in rage.
"DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE SO CLEVER, HALF-ELF WHORE? HERE I AM DEALING WITH SOMEONE WHO JUST DIED, WAS REVIVED WITHIN THE SPAN I HAD THE CHANCE TO USE THE CHAMBERPOT, IS SPEWING NONSENSE AND YOU THINK ITS RIGHT TO QUESTION HIM WITH GARBAGE YOU CLEARLY COULD HAVE ASKED HIM SEVERAL DAYS AGO? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A BLOODY GAME? HE DIED, CAME BACK AND NO ONE WITNESSED IT AND YOU DON'T FIND THAT SUSPICIOUS IN THE SLIGHTEST? AND THEN YOU CAST SOME SORT OF MUTE ENCHANTMENT ON US AND YOU THINK ITS FUNNY? YOU'RE DAMN LUCKY THAT I'M MERCIFUL, BECAUSE IF HE WAS UNDEAD, AND HE WAS AN ENEMY, YOU WOULD HAVE KILLED MANY PEOPLE."
He lets her go, his glowing tattoos now fading. He stands tall, looking down at her, dismissing his pact weapon and his voice now back to regular volume
" Within a minute's time, you have turned a very wary and possible business relationship and dashed it entirely to ruin and back.
You have twenty seconds to give me a reason why I should let you work with us anymore or to get out of my sight and pray my gaze does not fall unto you again.
Twenty...
Nineteen..."