Crokus nodded, though with obvious uncertainty. ‘Hood knows how he found us. How he survived . . .’ ‘Dissembler!’ Pust accused, creeping towards the Daru. ‘A familiar? Shall we ask the opinion of that dead shapeshifter back there? Oh no, we can’t, can we? It’s been torn to pieces!’ Crokus said nothing. ‘Never mind,’ Apsalar said. ‘We’re
