“Let go of him, Anden,” Wen said. Zapunyo fell choking to the ground. He crawled to his knees and held his hands up, the blood draining from his face at the sight of his dead son and his slain men. “I’m a rich man, a powerful man,” he wheezed. “I can pay more than whatever you’ve been offered. Who sent you?” “I sent myself,” Wen told him, “from the Kaul family of No Peak.”
