Book 3: Chapter 69: In deep shit
“Let’s start with why’re you all here, Harmsson?” I pointed at the two sticky guards. They’d finally stopped wiggling, but were still breathing.
Harmsson chuckled. “The same thing you are, obviously. Escaping the mess you made.”
“I made!” I snapped. “That was entirely your fault.”
“I didn’t set a trap in a public venue!”
“That was insurance, that you forced me to activate. Don’t try to weasel your way out of this one. I can’t believe you tried to jump-start a revolution during my beerfest. What’s wrong with you??”
Harmsson’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I was thinking about how to best get what we both want for this country!”
I scoffed. “Goatshite! What, fer you to rule it? Fat chance of that now!”
“No! For a more egalitarian society! For more rights for guild members and rights for gnomes!” Harmssons voice was pleading.
“Oh, puhleez, you donnae care about any of that!”