“How can I?” Lincoln replied patiently, “You took out your frustration on your own man.”
“His issue was a long time coming, and we both know that somethings are better dealt with cleanly. No need to draw out unnecessary things,” Tyler replied, his voice cold.
“And it came after the incident with Belarnt?” Lincoln pressed, staring intently at the slightly younger man.
Tyler shrugged but made no comment.
“Master Esteil, your slip is showing,” the older man droned.
Tyler’s jaw twitched, but he remained silent.
Lincoln sat and reclined in his chair.
“Nathaniel’s missing.”
“As he should be,” Tyler replied disinterestedly.
Lincoln pursed his lips, staring at his young friend.
Tyler waited, gazing casually at his sponsor.
When the older man did not speak, Tyler picked up the matter tha
