Bab 32: Strength Forged In Mud

Cedric hesitated, his curiosity bubbling to the surface. "This item you've spoken of… what is it, exactly? What could the Akerians possibly desire so greatly?"

Eryndor's face darkened instantly, and his tone became sharp. "You overstep, Cedric. Your task is to follow orders, not question them. Do not presume that our generosity in working with you permits you to forget your place."

The Grand Vizier's arrogance crumbled in an instant. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling. "My apologies, Advisor. I spoke out of turn. Please, forgive my indiscretion."

Eryndor's expression softened, though the edge in his voice remained. "You are forgiven. But heed my warning… do not speak of this again."

"Of course," Cedric murmured, his head still bowed.

"Good," Eryndor said, his voice final. "Do not fail us, Cedric. Our ambitions align, but only for as long as you prove useful."