Davian coughed. “My lord, if there were something more specific, perhaps it would be easier to…” He trailed off, realizing what he was saying. “As our master wishes. What of the heir?” “He dies, as planned. Along with the rest,” said the man. “No survivors, no one to confirm that Davian is missing. Understand: this is even more important than killing Torin Andras. Davian must deliver the box at all costs.”
