The Arbiter watched quietly as Bronoda squirmed, wrestling with himself. He knew the man was hiding something, and he was going to find out what, no matter how dirty his hands had to get.
'Well, I could just let the guards handle it,' he thought, and was about to gesture toward one of them when Bronoda suddenly spoke up. The Arbiter waved the guard off and listened.
"T-The Ninth Vein asked about the Gor'Mekhai… and the status of the Murkroot Hollow," Bronoda said.
"Tell me everything you told him," the Arbiter said coldly.
Bronoda shivered and began to recount his entire conversation with Malakai. Everything they discussed.
By the time he was done, the Arbiter's expression had darkened so much that Bronoda wanted to disappear.
'It's worse than I thought. Shit.'
The Arbiter slammed his fist against the table, rattling it. Bronoda flinched, but the man didn't seem to care. He had fallen into deep thought.
'I thought it was salvageable, but…'
