“Dynast,” he wheezed, “I am Tarun Svordus va’Tondai of the Xamarai.” He lowered himself in the traditional salute, eyes downcast. “I come with urgent news from the north.”
He could hardly be heard, what with the frenzied talk swelling around him. Keriya noticed Viran had gone rigid.
she asked.
I sent him on his tour of duty, he replied, staring at the man in dismay. He was stationed as a spy in Moorfain.
Hearing the name telepathically allowed Keriya to pick up an undercurrent of fury and fear in Viran’s thoughts, betraying dark feelings and long-lasting grudges. Wherever Moorfain was, it wasn’t a pleasant place.
“We are in the middle of a celebratory feast,” said Rucion, trying and failing not to sound angry. “Escort this man to my council chambers. We will speak later—”
“Sire, ther
