"And it is not possible to escape anymore, you chose to follow me and that was the proof of your loyalty toward me. And if you would leave now, you would just walk into your doom with the numbers of Undead gathering in the mountains right as we talk."
Kaldon growled, his focus shifting back towards Iregana. "My loyalty goes to no one, least of all you. I make my own decisions, and you do not control me." He began to walk towards her. "I went to you because a little voice in my head kept on pulling me here like a fucking toothache, so here I am. And you still think that you can force me to do your will?"
At this point he was right in her face. "You can't make me do anything. Sure, seal me inside this mountain. Throw me to the hordes of undead. Stab me in the chest with that damn glowing spear. I don't care. You can cause me pain or bring me death...well, not without a fight, but you can NEVER make me bow to you and do your will like I am your slave."
He jabbed a finger at her, speaking in a low yet intense voice. "Now, I have killed today, and I am not afraid to do it again. Let us leave or things are going to get messy. Pick your poison."