“My name is irrelevant. Answer the question.” “Yes. Cadavros lives. And he knows of the vein.” “The Magestroli lied about his death. Why?” “I can’t answer that.” He whimpered, and at another pinch of the scorpion, he let out a scream that Zevander muffled with his hand. “I have no reservations about gutting you open right here.” The mage’s cries died down to sniffles. “The Magestroli were simply following orders.” “From whom?” “Akmyrios.”
