“You called for me?” he asked mildly. The moment Jaran said something critical or cutting, Lindon intended to toss him back and leave. [Drop him,] Dross suggested. Jaran gripped his cane, shifted on his cushion of wind, and looked here and there with his replacement eyes. Finally, he muttered, “I just wanted to see how you were.” Lindon hovered in place for too long. “Oh.” “Big fight and everything. Seemed like a lot, even for an Overlord. A man can wonder about his son.” Lindon considered pointing out that he wasn’t an Overlord anymore, but he pressed his fists together instead. “Gratitude,
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