Eating breakfast with Caryn was an eye-opening experience. I was reminded of our own Luna at home, Cassian’s wife Seris. Not in age or appearance, but more so in demeanor. I could tell immediately that the meal she had prepared was more for my benefit than her own, she barely nibbled at the opulent spread she had provided. It was clear that she was trying to soften me up, and with her apparent closeness with Varek, I wanted to make sure she understood that I was not going to provide her with answers if he was too cowardly to ask me the questions himself.
“I think you’ll do wonderfully in the capital. You don’t take any nonsense from anyone do you?” Caryn chuckled and put down the mug of tea she had been nursing while I ate my fill. “Now, I have no intention of being some sort of mediator
