“And if I refuse to be either?” It was an absurd question. I already knew the answer.
“I will release you from service, and you will leave this world a man of principle, instead of an instrument of death. I will then terminate both your brother and the town of Dorin. The Kyo’Vyar will know the fruits of their investment, Ty’rin. As will I.”
There was another option. I could attack my master, a course of action he would no doubt be ready for. I would lose, and then die. So would Ray’fin and the people of Dorin.
Across the town square, Ray’fin giggled as he played at fencing with his soggy stick, whacking playfully at my sister’s legs. Sun’rie rolled her eyes. She deflected his blows with her basket and picked up a stick of her own, returning his attacks with equal energy.
Would you kill
