“I bow to whoever I need to so I can keep my head,” Brennur replies. “King, rebel leader, noble, doesn’t matter. Roles and politics change all the time. I’m nearly a hundred and eighty years old. You think I’d still be alive if I’d been something as stupid as loyal? Bah!” He waves his hand, the chain around his ankle clinking with his movements. “Loyalty is a good way to get yourself killed.” “Funny,” Wick grinds out, “considering disloyalty is going to be the thing that actually ends you.”
