It was the Kryptea letting him know that what he had done to Uvoren’s friends, full subjects of the Black Kingdom and thus protected by its ancient customs, had been noted. A ruler had to rule, the Kryptea knew that. Sometimes he must discipline and make examples, so they would allow him some freedom. If he were to abuse it, however, he would be reintroduced to the matt-black blade, this time wielded by a skilled assassin. He hoped Keturah was safe, asking questions about that organisation.
