Drake

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

Drake: |: *draws his knife back, and stands up*

Zemi: What? You're not going to do it? It's what you wanted.

Drake: You're already defeated. *drags Zemi by the back of the collar and sits him by his hunting chair. He sits in the shadows, staring the small lantern on the table next to him* It was what the Hunter wanted. But I am now the Weaponsmaster of a small blue-planet settlement that the humans call Baron.

Zemi: You're the what? You live in Baron? Since when?