Dawn Treader Valley nobody move, there's blood on the floor

This was shaping up to be a lot more difficult than he'd previously thought. The man before him now may as well be a slab of raw meat with no brain attached.
Okay, his eyes squeeze shut — deep breaths, count to five very slowly — before he gives the man another curling smile. You are not the type to discuss these sorts of things, are you? Let me guess, mismatched eyes flare wildly. in Myros, you were not in a position of authority. You were simply... ah, a tradesman, a soldier. Neutral. Because you had to be. and now, the vulture leans closer. I could change that. My friend, what is it that you seek? Truly, deep down. Think about it.