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Damn, Rsiran, there are plenty of your knives scattered around. What do you think Brusus was doing with them when you were pumping them out?”
“Some were bribes. Others you shipped. I can tell you exactly how many are along the dock here if you would like.”
His eyes widened slightly and he leaned in. His breath smelled slightly of ale, but not as strongly as Rsiran expected. “You can do that? You know how many there are?”
Rsiran shrugged. “I have a connection to the knives. To everything that I make these days. There are more than my knives here. Would you like me to pull them to you to demonstrate?” Rsiran leaned toward Firell. “Maybe you’d like me to pull on the chain you’ve got wrapped around your neck.” He did, but only slightly. Firell pushed away. “I didn’t come here to antagonize you. I thought that maybe you’d have a few answers, and I think you know more than you’re letting on.”
Firell grabbed at the collar of his cloak, trying to move the chain, but Rsiran held onto it, keeping it from moving. “Enough. You’ve made your point.”
Rsiran eased his connection to the chain. “What do you know about Josun?”
Firell shook his head. “You do not want to go after him.”
He didn’t, not really, but then Firell didn’t need to know that. “Try me.”
“He was dangerous before, and that was when all he wanted was to join the Forgotten. Now… now he’s something else. Worse.”
“He’s gone to Venass,” Rsiran said.
Firell nodded. “From what I can tell. I don’t follow him, mind you, and I swear I haven’t seen him since he released Lena. But I keep my ears open for word on him. Better that way, with what he done to me. Last I heard, he had gone to the tower. Only one reason a man like him goes to the tower.”
Rsiran sighed. The Hjan.
Hearing that Josun might have become one of the Hjan made it more real, for some reason. Finding the knife in Thyr had worried him, as did what the knife had shared with him.
But was Josun any worse than Danis?
In some ways, he was. Josun hated Rsiran, and for good reason. Without Rsiran, he would have reached what he wanted. He would have managed to reach the Forgotten, but Rsiran had stopped him, and exposed him. And then he had trapped him, leaving him stranded in Ilphaesn until Firell had rescued him and exchanged him for the safe return of his daughter.
Danis might be powerful, but he acted out of a desire for power. Josun… he would work out of a desire to hurt Rsiran.
That would be dangerous, not only to him, but to those he cared about.
“I see that you already knew that,” Firell said.
“I suspected.”
“How did you survive an attack on Elaeavn?”
“Because I’m not the same person you knew. They tried to kill me, but they failed. They tried again, and they failed again. Now… now it’s my turn. I will make sure that Venass doesn’t continue to hurt people. That’s my purpose.”
Firell started to smile, but it faded. “Damn,” he whispered. “I’d say be careful, but don’t think that matters.”
“Can you do something for me?” Rsiran asked.
Firell frowned. “What do you want?”
“If you hear of Josun, or of a man named Danis, send word to me.”
“And how am I supposed to do that?”
“I don’t know. You’re the smuggler aren’t you?”
Chapter 8
R siran Slid from the tavern without standing from the table, leaving Firell and emerging outside where the sounds from the taverns drifted out into the street, creating a festival-type atmosphere, one of almost celebration. Gulls cawed overhead, and the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore gave him a reassuring sense, one that was more soothing than it should be.
He moved to the shadows and waited. Firell had seemed to know something, and more than he had let on. Rsiran waited outside the tavern, wondering if he could follow Firell and discover anything. But Firell would see him here, so he Slid to the top of one of the
“Some were bribes. Others you shipped. I can tell you exactly how many are along the dock here if you would like.”
His eyes widened slightly and he leaned in. His breath smelled slightly of ale, but not as strongly as Rsiran expected. “You can do that? You know how many there are?”
Rsiran shrugged. “I have a connection to the knives. To everything that I make these days. There are more than my knives here. Would you like me to pull them to you to demonstrate?” Rsiran leaned toward Firell. “Maybe you’d like me to pull on the chain you’ve got wrapped around your neck.” He did, but only slightly. Firell pushed away. “I didn’t come here to antagonize you. I thought that maybe you’d have a few answers, and I think you know more than you’re letting on.”
Firell grabbed at the collar of his cloak, trying to move the chain, but Rsiran held onto it, keeping it from moving. “Enough. You’ve made your point.”
Rsiran eased his connection to the chain. “What do you know about Josun?”
Firell shook his head. “You do not want to go after him.”
He didn’t, not really, but then Firell didn’t need to know that. “Try me.”
“He was dangerous before, and that was when all he wanted was to join the Forgotten. Now… now he’s something else. Worse.”
“He’s gone to Venass,” Rsiran said.
Firell nodded. “From what I can tell. I don’t follow him, mind you, and I swear I haven’t seen him since he released Lena. But I keep my ears open for word on him. Better that way, with what he done to me. Last I heard, he had gone to the tower. Only one reason a man like him goes to the tower.”
Rsiran sighed. The Hjan.
Hearing that Josun might have become one of the Hjan made it more real, for some reason. Finding the knife in Thyr had worried him, as did what the knife had shared with him.
But was Josun any worse than Danis?
In some ways, he was. Josun hated Rsiran, and for good reason. Without Rsiran, he would have reached what he wanted. He would have managed to reach the Forgotten, but Rsiran had stopped him, and exposed him. And then he had trapped him, leaving him stranded in Ilphaesn until Firell had rescued him and exchanged him for the safe return of his daughter.
Danis might be powerful, but he acted out of a desire for power. Josun… he would work out of a desire to hurt Rsiran.
That would be dangerous, not only to him, but to those he cared about.
“I see that you already knew that,” Firell said.
“I suspected.”
“How did you survive an attack on Elaeavn?”
“Because I’m not the same person you knew. They tried to kill me, but they failed. They tried again, and they failed again. Now… now it’s my turn. I will make sure that Venass doesn’t continue to hurt people. That’s my purpose.”
Firell started to smile, but it faded. “Damn,” he whispered. “I’d say be careful, but don’t think that matters.”
“Can you do something for me?” Rsiran asked.
Firell frowned. “What do you want?”
“If you hear of Josun, or of a man named Danis, send word to me.”
“And how am I supposed to do that?”
“I don’t know. You’re the smuggler aren’t you?”
Chapter 8
R siran Slid from the tavern without standing from the table, leaving Firell and emerging outside where the sounds from the taverns drifted out into the street, creating a festival-type atmosphere, one of almost celebration. Gulls cawed overhead, and the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore gave him a reassuring sense, one that was more soothing than it should be.
He moved to the shadows and waited. Firell had seemed to know something, and more than he had let on. Rsiran waited outside the tavern, wondering if he could follow Firell and discover anything. But Firell would see him here, so he Slid to the top of one of the
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