Chapter 104

“Just one thing,” said Talfryn. “I think…based on how he talked, how he accused you of creating me…That someone likely did that for Basil. Raised him. Gave him his mission against you.”

Ylenia’s eyes glittered with something menacing.

“Thank you,” she said, as though they were equals, and left. 50: Talfryn

“Promise me you won’t pick a fight.”

Talfryn adjusted his clothes, finely crafted in reds and oranges with a spattering of gold and sewn to hint at fire, and grinned at Akton. He looked good, too, white hair trimmed and combed, clean shaven now. His clothes were white-blue and silver and swirled like a winter storm. They hadn’t even spent the crowns on anything truly fancy—they had gone with a small business near the western edge of Ylenia, after all—and yet these were the finest clothes Talfryn had ever worn.

“Have I ever picked a fight?” he asked.