“Who are you?” I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this wasn’t it. “My name was Caeror.” He says it in Common, harsh to my ears after so long. “I arrived here almost eight years ago, the same way you did.” It takes me a moment to process it. To translate the words into the language I think in, now. Then, a chill. I can see the resemblance. “You are Ulciscor’s brother,” I breathe, in Common as well. Ruarc freezes. Genuinely startled. “You knew him?” The first time he has appeared anything but in control.
