Die, Lailah, Die!

The Kingdom of Kula.

"You won't stay here forever."

The sorcerer said, pacing the room. He stopped for a while and acted as though he just remembered something. He resumed the spree.

"How about the boatman?"

Jimin asked, trying to draw an inference. The old man stopped again and gave a stare of intimidation to Jim. Jim didn't bite from such chops.

"Thought you were not in good terms."

Twas rather a scorn than an answer. Jim dragged in a loop of air and shot back,

"Yes, we WERE not."

The man began to walk towards where they were seated.

"Get up."

He said looking at Jim, but he meant the two of them.

Jim thought for a while that the man was trying to make a payback.

Or probably he was trying to hurl them like stones outta the palace to the feet of the protesters.

They had been sitting on the old man's bed. He got there and climbed unto it.

The man seemed to have much strength than he looked.