CHAPTER SEVEN
“My sincerest apologies for her behavior,” Sharif spoke up as he closed the door behind us. “I had no idea she would be so brusque to you.”
Ben smiled and shook his head. “The dhaka aren’t known for their pleasantries, but she did give us a name, and that’s more than I expected.”
“Do you believe she knows who is responsible for the curse?” Sharif wondered.
Ben folded his arms over his chest and cupped his chin in one hand. “I believe she has suspicions, but if she knew the name she would have already sold it to you for a high price. As things stand, we’ll find it cheaper and faster to ask this Dakin ourselves what he knows.”
Our host pursed his lips. “Normally I could not ask you to venture into the Huthala on my account, but I am desperate.”
Ben clapped a hand on
