“Drink up!” Najja said with a smile. “Or have you gotten soft old man? I remember the times you visited us with your parents as a teenager and could drink my father under the table!” Najja exclaimed with a carrying laugh that made his pack tribesmen,sitting on the opposite end of the room, lift their drinks in agreement. "I was a child back then but even I knew you were a legend!"
Johnathon pensively sat back in his chair. The events from earlier were running through his mind.
After arresting the traitor in their midst, he'd followed his gaurds to make sure the spy was contained. He'd even ordered the royal gaurds to torture her, a threat to get her to comply. The poor maid, who they'd discovered was Esha, had screamed in agony, obviously not used to physical pain or torture. She was an
