“You?” Alidyr’s face crumpled into displeasure. “You may call me Father, Alidyr.” Nasta’s lidless eye sockets settled on the elf. Alidyr looked around at the assassins bending the knee. “What are you doing? I am the Father of Nightfall! You bow only to me!” “You challenged me, yes.” Nasta slowly walked into the room. “But as they can now see, you did not kill me.”
