“Nothing special, Tash.” Sin shrugged. “He had no special duties on top of the standard schedule. He didn’t fill any key positions or possess any sort of outstanding power.”
An ordinary soldier…
“Perhaps this isn’t a single assassin, but a group of them.” Shiakh’Min stroked his pointy beard, making the numerous rings on his fingers glint.
“Why did they even kill him?”
“Perhaps,” Shiakh’Min suggested, “He wasn’t a random Magan warrior, but a part of this conspiracy and-”
“How dare you!” Sin shouted. “The Magan family is loyal to the throne! No one is as loyal to the White Dragon’s descendants as we are, and-”
“Big words, Sin.” Shiakh’Min grimaced, “Especially coming from the children of those who helped escort the captive heir to his exile.”
Hadjar sneakily glanced at the Maga
