“We should have gone with them.” Hennan, his voice jolting to the beat of Nor’s gait. “He’s going to ask some madman in a salt mine to show him the doorway into death so that he can unlock it. A madman who sent assassins after him. Does that sound like something anyone should be doing?” “But they’re your friends.” “I can’t afford friends like that, boy.” The words came out angry. “That’s an important lesson right there—learning how to let go of people. Friends are useful. When they stop having something you want—brush them off.”
