He bowed. ‘Scabandari, once of Urusander’s Legion, but now I suppose I must be considered a deserter.’ ‘Yes, that explains your abandonment of Light’s blessing. It seems, Scabandari, that you march to the Grey Shore.’ He was unsure of the meaning of that. ‘I seek to retrieve Urusander’s son, Osserc.’ K’rul shrugged. ‘That may be as it may be, Scabandari, but your soul finds its own path.’ ‘I know nothing of this Grey Shore.’ ‘Nor should you, since it is yet to arrive.’
