Javal rifled through the dead knights’ trunk. “In this case,” he said, “you killed just enough people to make your point and stop the fight. That’s better, I guess.”
Jarrod shrugged. “I’m pacing myself.”
Javal shook his head, chuckling. “That was some amazing fighting. That sword of yours is really something.”
“Thanks. So, what did you learn while I was off being a wimp?”
Javal clapped him on the shoulder. “While you were talking with Hul, I got some intelligence out of Sergeant Orvyn. There’s been an assassination at the Gavrian Parliament. Their Lord High Inquisitor, Lord Marghan, is dead.”
“Inquisitor?” asked Jarrod. “Could there possibly be a more evil-sounding name for anyone?”
“He’s the head of their intelligence network. Or was,” Javal corrected. Jarrod was staring at the outs
