By the time the sun had fully descended past the garden's western wall and the servants came to light the evening lanterns, Devaryna had extracted considerably more information from her brother than he had intended to volunteer.
She knew about the Strodem ring, which shouldn't have been possible for a mortal to possess. She knew about his distinct abilities, which he uses frequently, and the mysterious companions who come to help him out when he is in dire situations.
Veydrin explained his complex relationship with his family. Information was easy for them as they were the imperial family; with one word, they would get anything from every corner of the empire.
She knew, in short, enough to understand that Jolthar Kaezhlar was not simply a capable young man who had gotten lucky in the Dreadland Depths.
He was something considerably more complicated than that.
"You've gone quiet," Veydrin observed.
