It was at this point that Jakarris himself walked in. When I saw the head of the Augurs enter that room—the black-veined Gifted still slumped on the floor, next to the bloodied corpse of his peer—I felt certain that we were dead men. Even knowing Jakarris only from afar, as with all the Augurs, there was no doubting who he was. Yet to my and Kevran’s astonishment, Jakarris proceeded to greet us in a friendly manner, quickly assuring us that he knew our purpose and was in fact there to assist.
Jakariss has to be Scyner!!
