John looked at Mark in the eye. “You got yourself a deal then, descendant of Ealdakin.” Then he smiled toothily, making Mark uneasy. “But not without your friends coming with us to the treasure room first. Once I got what I want, they’re free to go.”
Mark had no choice but nodded. He didn’t know what else to say, even though the deal wasn’t struck the way he wanted.
He examined the antiques in the sack. John must have wanted them for a reason. Why?
And there’s the problem of treasure room’s whereabouts too. All he knew was that he had an uneasy feeling about the doors, and his instincts told him to avoid them at all costs.