Zethar;
"Did he tell you what happened in Gravemaw?" I ask, and Lioran hesitates
The way he does when he's choosing what to say.
"He told me some of it," he says finally, and I raise a brow.
"Some… of it?" I push, and he nods once.
"He told me about the witches and warlocks. And he told me why they attacked Gravemaw." He replies, and my gaze hardens.
"He knows… why they attacked Gravemaw??" I ask in shock, and Lioran exhales slowly, nodding his head.
"I'll tell you everything I know… But not here, and certainly not like this." He replies, and I narrow my eyes slightly.
"That serious?" I question, and he holds my gaze.
"Yes." He admits, and my brows knot.
"And you're just… sitting on it?" I press, and he huffs.
"I'm handling what I can. If I'm not careful, I will break down. So trust me when I say now is not the time for either of us to have that conversation." He replies, and that frustrates me…
But I understand it.
