“Please, just please tell us who sent you and what do you want with them,” I say nodding towards Lanky and Blade. “I swear we’ll keep him away from you if you do.”
“And then what? Do you promise to let me go?” he asks cynically.
“No,” Dancer answers somberly from behind my back. “But I can give you a clean death, befitting a warrior, not this,” he indicates the Seeker’s wounds with a hazy wave of his hand.
“Well, at least that’s believable,” the man concedes with a nod.
He stares death in the face without fear and with dignity. I respect that. I think I could have liked him had we met under different circumstances. I’m afraid I might even like him under these. Playing good guy is only slightly better than bad guy because I have to give the illusion of being on his side and befriend him
