She held his gaze a few breaths longer then looked away, attempting to hide her disappointment.
“Furthermore,” he continued, “I believe your key to be genuine and that you can assist us in going back—but that you hide this for fear of being robbed.” He gripped the man’s massive shoulder, and shook it gently. “I ask you for your trust, dear friend. Our entry point is not far. We have just come from there, as I've said, and can show you the way. If we assist you with your errand, will you use your key to let us back in?”
Shekalane looked back and forth between them, not liking the direction in which this was going. “Dravidian ...”
Jamais looked at him gravely, somberly, then suddenly became animated again. “Back to Styx Flumen?” He laughed heartily. “Why in Ursathrax would you want to do
