“You have need have no concern yourself in regard to me, Voltaire.” Dru stood up and folded her arms. “I choose you and this group over Dryden”
“Well, if you’re sure—”
The tap on the door stopped any more conversation, and Voltaire opened it.
“Tsillah. Good morning.”
“The Nisut-bity and Princeps extend morning greetings to you. You may breakfast with them if you wish.”
“We do indeed.” Voltaire nodded. “Come inside.” Closing the door, Voltaire leaned against it. “We have a favour to ask of you. It’s dangerous but let us be honest with one another. You have no love for those who keep you and your people in slavery. We have no desire to remain here. Without overtly endangering yourself, can you help a couple of us to leave this palace? I would like to examine the catacombs if you think your people would accept my presence.”