“What do you want, lad?” he asked sharply. “Do you know what hour it is?” Caeden gave a nervous cough. “I’m looking for Havran Das.” The man stared at him for a moment, sizing him up. Evidently deciding Caeden did not pose much of a threat, he opened the door a little wider. “I am Havran Das,” he said, suspicion thick in his tone. “Who in fates are you?” “My name is Caeden.” When the man still stared at him blankly, he added, “Alaris said you would be expecting
