First Lord Regent Oron Gartok had almost fallen asleep when he heard the knock on his door.
“What is it? Who is there?” he said, putting on a robe. The muffled response through the door was unintelligible. “Just a moment,” he called. He finished dressing and opened the door.
“Now then, what is this about? I wouldn’t expect to see you up at this hour.”
you “Let me in First Lord Regent, I have discovered a traitor in our midst!”
“Come in, come in.” He ushered the man in, glancing both ways down the empty corridor before closing the door.
“All right,” he said, turning back to his guest. “Now, who is the traitor and how did you find him out?”
“I have evidence. I found this.” He took a small bundle from inside his robe and unwrapped it to reveal a long dagger.
“What is the significance o
