“Speak your piece quickly, for I’ve a job to do.” Rastaban felt confident when he imitated Rami’s tone, and he heard Dravi hesitate.
Then Dravi said, “You’re not his son, so stop trying to be.”
Rastaban said, “You are his son, and it’s long past time you start acting like it.”
Dravi’s answer was to slash at him with a hunting knife. Rastaban dodged, brought up his own knife to block. They tussled briefly, but Dravi’s years of hiding behind his mother had failed him. Rastaban gained the upper hand swiftly and pinned Dravi to the wall.
“Are you finished?”
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