“Very well. If he comes down, you are to stop him from leaving,” Alluvendran said. “If you fail, you will be executed for treason.”
Ervan narrowed his eyes. Alluvendran, he knew, had never lacked confidence, but he rarely exercised power over others or issued threats. That cold, almost cruel voice could just as well belong to another man. Or, perhaps, unbound by Gildya’s rules and protected by the archmage, Alluvendran was finally showing his true colors.
Ervan pressed himself to the wall as steps echoed nearby, but the other adept was already rushing by, not bothering to check all the nooks. He must have assumed that Ervan was still up in the top chamber, sabotaging the device. Good. It gave him time to solve the problem of the guards.
Good.He shifted uneasily. Maybe he should find a b
