Tarkyn watched the man closely, checking for any signs of subterfuge, trying to gauge his calibre. The captain was in his mid-thirties. His dark wavy hair was matted with sweat and his soft brown eyes roved the clearing looking for clues about his location and the threats facing him.
“Captain Harkell, I am sorry that Danton misled you into thinking that my brother had returned for you. I myself do not like to deal in such subterfuge. However, we feared you had lost the will to live and so, Danton gave you a reason to recover. He did not so much lie as word things ambiguously. I beg your pardon. As his liege lord, I must take responsibility for his behaviour.” Tarkyn threw Danton a look of displeasure while he waited for the soldier’s reaction.
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