“Who do you serve?” he asked the sha’teth suddenly, muscles tensed in case the creature attacked. The creature chuckled. “Are you not the one who set us free? Who do you serve, Tal’kamar?” it replied, quietly enough that the others could not overhear. “I can never keep track.” Caeden felt the blood drain from his face. He dared not look back at the others. “I serve my friends, and Andarra. Whatever ties I had in my past life are gone.” He said the words with as much confidence as he could muster. The sha’teth laughed again in its raspy voice. “You cannot escape yourself forever.”
