You figured you might want to hear what the old man may want, so you turned and answered him. Besides, after so much time in Draconia answering those old decadent weyrleaders, you felt it wouldn't hurt too bad to listen.
"What the hell do you want then?" you shouted. Drak grumbled threateningly to your side. You saw the white-robed man float up to the ceiling, white cane in his hand. "I am giving you the opportunity to join me, and we can acheive extraordinary power!!" You frowned angrily at him and turned to face him.
Who did he think he was trying to order you around like that? "If you really wanted me to join that badly, why did you attack me then? Why the hell are you anyway?" you wondered. Saruman kept staring through you, his face stiff as if wretched in stone.
"I am the White Wizard Saruman!!" he growled, his tone making even Drak cringe. "And what if you are? Nobody messes with me!!" you croak, though you really weren't feeling as predatory as your words suggested.
Saruman frowned. "Would you and your dragon rather die?" Saruman challenged, raising his staff threateningly. He gestured to the plummeting drop below Isengard, where blurs of combat chaos continued to ring away.
You pushed to your feet and snarled at him, you reached for your machinegun, and decided to...
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