CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RISPAN
“Hold!” a voice said. “I am no enemy!”
“Korzag?” I peered at him in the dim light. He was seated by the small table against the wall. “What are you doing in my room?” I still held my dagger in front of me and Bijoux was poised to strike.
“I wanted to continue our conversation with a bit more privacy,” he said. “And I wanted to know more about you and what you were up to.”
“I see. And you thought sneaking into my room was the best approach?”
“No,” he said. “I thought watching your room and following you when you went out was the best approach.”
“Following me? You followed me?”
He struck a match and lit the kerosene lantern that sat on the table. Pokorah-Vo didn’t have the lighting spells we had in Su Lariano.
“It wasn’t easy,” he said. “That cloak of yours m
