“Well then no.” Reassuring, low. Mildly disappointed. Vandren Verminius isn’t planning to throw this mystery Altus(?) across the back of his dracolisk for a ransom. They only have to worry about surviving this one conversation with each other.

“This feels like progress, doesn’t it?” He reflects on the last few minutes of their relationship, here in this tent. “All the way back to the beginning.

“You could say that I’m considering my options.”