“Can you guarantee that this map won’t lead us directly to him? Maybe Einen and Hadjar are his faithful dogs. Don’t forget that they served under Rahaim’s command. You said that he devoted his whole life to searching for the city. Don’t you find this coincidence a bit too... convenient?”
Ramukhan wanted to answer him, but stayed silent. He looked at Einen. The islander sighed tiredly, and ran the dagger across his hand a second time.
“I swear that I don’t serve Sankesh and I’m not a spy.”
Once again, the islander didn’t turn into a pillar of fire.
“We can quibble over his words for an eternity,” Hadjar decided it was time to put a little pressure on the others, “or we can pull ourselves together and keep going.”
They sat in the shadow of the jungle. It was so dark that the world
