Forgath gave Ning a curious look. "I arrived here a little while ago. It will be a week tomorrow."
"That's interesting," Ning said. "You see, that happens to coincide with the date when I was poisoned and nearly killed. Would you know anything about that?"
The group went silent. Forgath's expression hardened as he stared at Ning with no mirth to his face.
"Do I hear an accusation?" the Imp asked.
"You can hear what you want. I'm just saying there is a coincidence," Ning said.
The Imp scoffed. "That's a grave accusation if you're making one. It's even teetering on racism, wouldn't you say? Calling me, an Imp, for being at fault that someone tried to poison you, just because I happened to arrive in this city around the same time."
Ning smiled. "Maybe. Is your assistant here? I would like to meet her. What was her name again, Jolly Savant?"
"She's not here."
