‘Long way from home, aren’t we. Your brother Treach had it in mind that he killed you. Where was that chasm? Dal Hon? Or was it Li Heng? You were D’ivers jackals then, I seem to recall.’ Ryllandaras spoke inside their minds, a voice cracking and halting with disuse. I am tempted to match wits with you, N’Trell, before killing you.
