Bab 202: The Patriarch

The Patriarch's voice sounded in Arran's mind. "You think I intend you harm?"

Although Arran had given no voice to his fear, it was clear that the Patriarch knew his thoughts without needing him to speak any words.

"While your memories are of interest to me, I would not harm you for them. I would not offer you such poor repayment for the help you've given me and Snowcloud."

Arran breathed a sigh of relief. The Patriarch had no reason to lie — if he intended harm, there was absolutely nothing that Arran could do to stop him.

"Before anything else, please bring me the cure for that wretched poison. Heavens know I've had to endure it long enough."

Arran understood that the Patriarch could easily force him to deliver the cure. That he did not do so was likely intended as a token of goodwill — a good sign, if nothing else.