Damon just stood there studying the guy. The old man was anything but simple. He was manipulative, always three moves ahead and holding a backup plan behind his back, and yet today, he looked tired. Not physically, his posture was still straight, his robes flawless. There was just something off about him.
"You helped me more than you think." Damon shook his head.
"But it's still not enough to make you stay?" Artimius smiled.
Damon paused. He understood what the old man meant. By staying, he would be choosing to participate in the clan's dealings and, in the end, it wouldn't be different from joining the clan.
And Damon did not want to do that.