Theron stood in silence for a long while, his thoughts moving and churning. He knew that this current "plan" of his, if he could even call it that, was ridiculous. That was because, unlike everything else that he meticulously planned out, he was practically shooting from the hip right now.
He had to be sharp and quick, ready to adapt to anything that came his way because he simply knew too little.
But escaping the Mandate Guild when they assumed him to be a cripple was one thing. Escaping the Harmons when they knew more about him than he knew himself was a different matter entirely. He couldn't just allow himself to be captured, but he also didn't have an easy solution.
The man across from him was strong, very strong. In addition, he wasn't a Water Mancer that Theron could suppress in all ways like he had Elder Kelyne Black, either.
