He closes his eyes, rests, then asks for more water. I hold the flask to his mouth. Funny how he finds it natural he did not mention the deal with the sailors. If they did to me half of what they did to him, I would give away the recipe to the secret sauce, whether or not I knew it, but I have no doubt Blade did no such thing.
“So after they tortured you, one of them went back with the info and the rest went after Lanky,” Dancer summarizes what we know. “Why didn’t the runner take you with him?”
“They discussed it, but they didn’t want to slow him down and they thought the four of them could keep me prisoner indefinitely.”
They may have been right. He couldn’t have escaped the way they tied him up.
“How was your journey?” Blade asks in a mockingly light tone, as if we just met in a tav
