"Aunt of mine," Treni established a link with Selen.
"My niece, aren't you glad I survived the lorsul?"
"Neither glad, nor surprised. Not after speaking with Rudsis."
"Ah, Treni. Just as I used to call Ol a firece little boar, I always called you a clever little shrew. Or minx, depending on the situation."
"Would you give me a straight answer, you coy hag?"
"Would you give me a straight question?"
"As Rudsis tells it, you were the one that took him to her in the first place. What reason could there be for that, I wonder? What schemes and machinations are you plotting?"
"If you want a straight answer, I need a straight question, niece of mine," Selen insisted.
"Do you admit your guilt, then? Do you admit to tricking me? To be working with Afena?"
"The only thing I admit to is to seeing the future, my little shrew."
"Are you working with her?"