“There is no stalemate, strangers.” Hadjar couldn’t see it, but Salif must have rolled his eyes. “I’m only talking to you now because I haven’t been so entertained for a long time. You’re both Inheritors. You arrived here through a spatial rift. One of you has two amulets of the Sage. By the Evening Stars, if I’d heard the tale from anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them.”
“What do you suggest we do, then?”
“I suggest you lower your weapons and come with me. Toward your destiny. Whichever one you end up choosing.”
“Demons and Gods!” Hadjar couldn’t resist cursing in Lidish, even though no one here understood it. “What do you mean by us choosing our destiny?”
Salif, scratching his own neck on the stone needle, turned his head to Hadjar.
“Come with me and you’ll find out.”
Ha
