Kerrigan Lokir (Pronounce: Low-Keyr) trudged along an onyx lined corridor, a step behind the slimy-haired Prima Zadok Sundeas. Prima Zadok’s leering gaze always gave her the creeps, so she did her best to keep him in front of her, where she could be the one keeping him in her sights.
“I want you to go to Jinstain. It has been three years since the loss of the Pendent of Celia. See if you can find it. The Dragoons seem to have lost the scent again,” he was saying.
“I have business to deal with here in Targu. Bayan Province is too far out of my way,” Kerrigan said tartly. She was in no mood to do his bidding.
Prima Zadok stopped and turned to her. Gripping her chin with his long fingers he said, “Kerri dear, you will do as I say.” He gripped her chin harder, “Just remember it was you who got into this mess by allowing Abrasax’s pendant to be tampered with. If you hadn’t disturbed his rest, we likely would not have risked the loss of Celia”