“Please tell me you did not get yourself in this predicament to prove a point.” His tail thrashed behind him. “Actually, no. I left to take a piss, and the guards saw and jumped me.” “Why?” I asked. “They mentioned a traitor.” The elf dug into his loose pants pocket. He pulled out the rest of my rings and handed them to me. “I guess I can tell you my secret since I know yours.” I took my rings back and placed them in my pocket. “Go on.” “My name is Orym. I’m an ex-commander of Nismera’s Thirty-sixth Legion.”
