The old man sat silently for a moment, apparently considering this; as he did, Frima was distracted momentarily. Saram had crossed the room and now stood beside her.
“Do you mind if I join you?” he asked softly, indicating one of the other chairs at her table.
“No,” she replied without thinking; then she added, “Garth might object, though”
“Oh, I don’t think he will,” Saram whispered. “Those two are too involved with each other to pay any attention to us.” He seated himself across from the girl, and together they watched and listened as the Forgotten King answered.
“I care nothing for any god’s service. I seek only to die.”
After a brief pause, Garth answered, “I had suspected as much. I could see no use for a basilisk except to kill. When you swore you meant to harm no other, I guess
