Tearing his eyes away reluctantly, he let his new acquaintance shepherd him over to a woman—presumably Sizka—and present him. “Oh great leader,” the man said, comically dramatic. “I present to you the son of Cliodi, who came to us of his own free will.” Trei frowned at the man, confused that he’d take the same flippant tones with his superior that he would with Trei.
The woman, Sizka, turned her head to Trei, making eye contact. “And why would you come here, to us, now of all times?”
This was the critical moment. This was the point where he would have to convince them of his sincerity and of his usefulness. He’d talked this over with Auris, annoyed at the repetition, the constant rewording they went through to get it right. Now, he was a bit more grateful to have something already prepar
