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"But the Denai don’t come here," I answered I briefly wondered if Tieren knew about Kael andon

"That’s because we don’t let them," Tieren scoffed I watched as he became more inebriated, and I stood up and walked over to fill his cup with more wine The drunker he became, the freer his words flowed

"That’s a shame that there are no SwordBrothers here to replace the Elite I heard that they are the fiercest warriors in the world"

Sevril tilted his head slightly and watched me out of the corner of his eye It wasn’t much, but I could tell that he was suddenly interested in what I had to say His bites beca

King Tieren bobbed his head "If I had a retinue of SwordBrothers, then I knoould have been able to protect you, Thelonia You wouldn’t have died in that horrible land"

"Died…yep Dead, dead, gone," Toled and snorted into his hand

Sevril leaned back in his chair, turning to watch me warily, under half-lidded eyes

It was very disturbing the way King Tieren switched between past and present, and how he kept er sister

I’d hoped I was just on the verge of discovering the identity of the Raven and the Septori, but the more I learned, the more I felt like I was in the ether only to spin off into dead ends

"If you had a SwordBrother, you would be unstoppable" I countered, stroking the king’s ego

"If I had a whole army of SwordBrothers I would send thele one of those bloody Denai!" Tieren stood and knocked his wine across the table as he roared his enthusiasm for the extinction of the Denai

Sevrilso Tieren’s shoulder A very familiar face leaned in an open door to mouth a feords to Sevril The man paled when he saw me, and the door snapped shut

It couldn’t be, but it was I hadn’t seen him since he disappeared from Skyfell--Xiven Mona’s phony brother He’d posed as a friend of Joss’s faet close and try and control thehto excitement as I decided I needed to follow him He knew more about me than he let on If he was here in Sinnendor, did that mean the Raven was too?

Toht I faced his direction just in ti fly across the table and intomeat, I knocked my cup onto Prince Sevril

Sevril swore under his breath, sla his own cup onto the floor He stood on his chair and launched hi on the floor, knocking into unused chairs and into a pedestal holding a flower-filled vase

Either Tieren was ier see or hear his sons as they yelled, punched, and beat each other senseless Portia didn’t ive anyone attention other than the perfectly delicious soup sitting before her With unhurried sips, she enjoyed her meal and even helped herself to a small pastry I mimicked her every movement, because it was obvious she was used to the insanity of the dinner table

It seeh fro Tieren had now drunk himself into a stupor, and Sevril took a plate of food and left Toaoblets were left on the table

Portia was right They were absolutely eted with my cloth napkin and waited for an opportune time to slip out of the room to follow Xiven