“So what happened next?” Banagan asked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Well, I told them that I was just a poor brother from the Church and had no gold,” Braghaman replied with a smirk.
“Did she buy that?” the young warlock asked.
“Not at all,” Bragh answered his son with a chuckle. “And then they threatened us.”
“Threatened? But there were only two of them.”
“That’s right,” Braghaman responded, taking a drink from his mug.
“But there were five of you,” Banagan said, incredulous.