“If I let you go, what will you owe me, I wonder?” Tharix mused, his chin bobbing towards another doorway to our right which was almost entirely concealed behind a stone pillar. “A debt,” I said firmly. “One we will repay in full.” Tharix smiled at that, looking to Darcy for confirmation and she nodded. “A debt it is then,” he said. “Time to run, rabbits.”
I love this plot arc
