There was only thing that a prince and a servant of another prince could find worthy in him. So really it wasn't like he was diving down into the deep without light.
Still what was he to do, say no?Of course whatever they were getting him on would be dangerous, no doubt about that, but the payoff? He excepted it to be great.
He shifted his gaze uncomfortably between the two men, feeling like a prize hound being appraised by rival masters. Zayneth Quirsio meanwhile turned his head toward the Prince, his dark-rimmed eyes offering a silent, deferential prompt, inviting the Oizenian sovereign to do the honors of unveiling the plot.
Sorza took the cue, leaning forward until the firelight bathed across the lines of his face. He set the business in motion with a question that sounded more like a trap.
