“Who is this Grímarr?” I ask her. “Why do we know nothing about him?” “He’s a zealot, a warlock priest who worships the dead. He believes it is his spiritual duty to convert all those who are unenlightened. That includes the Martials.” “By killing us.” “Apparently,” Keris says softly. “He’s a relatively young man, a dozen or so years older than you. His father
