Shaka smiled. Jonal was acting so predictably. Not that the man had any choice in the matter, but he did not offer even a token resistance to Shaka. It told Shaka much about the hate Jonal held for the Dreamweaver and for his lackeys, those who had tried influencing him in the past.
"You can leave whenever you wish. No more obligations tie you to us in any way."
Shaka stood up and walked next to Jonal, extending his aged hand.
"It was a pleasure working with you."
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