Rainstorm frowned. “Am I to understand he’s an outsider who knows about woodfolk?”
Waterstone nodded.
“Well. It’s easy then. We will just have to kill him before he tells anyone,” said the young man with an air of finality.
Tarkyn shook his head, smiling. “Much as I admire your straightforward, bloodthirsty style, I should point out that Stormaway has already known about woodfolk for some twelve years and if he dies, I will never be able to find out how to release the welfare of the forest from the oath.”
Rainstorm gave this some thought, then said, “Right, then. Let’s find out how to disarm the oath. Then we can kill him.”
Tarkyn raised his eyebrows. “If I had realised I had such simplistic minds as this around me, I might have taken a few less chances with the forestals.”
“Very fun
