The rain outside was still steady, its rhythm faint against the curved stone walls of the chamber.
The flickering lamplight caught on the tense expressions around the table as Larsen leaned forward and spoke with a calm but deliberate voice.
"That old necromancer these three faced in the slums," he said, looking toward Rama, Shoji, and Axel, "his name is Caedryn. An unknown. No records and no affiliations found about him."
In truth, Larsen knew far more than he let on. He had found Caedryn with Rama, Shoji, and Axel, caged in the ruins of Velmire's mausoleum and had betrayed them, and stole the power from Rama at that time.
But he had no intention of sharing that now. The full truth would only burden the meeting.
He would carry that weight himself, at least for now.
"Yes, I heard from Riven about him," the spearman guild master said, his tone neutral. "That fellow is a dangerous one."
