Scar didn't even bother replying. He simply lifted his mug in a lazy toast, smiling with that cunning stretch of lips that told me he enjoyed Northern Wolf's outburst far more than he should have. The broken table at our feet didn't faze him one bit; if anything, it pleased him. Watching others lose control was a game to that man.
"But for a mission of this caliber…" I leaned forward slightly, letting impatience show just enough to look natural. "At least from what I heard, we'll need way more people. How far are we from the goal?"
I couldn't wait any longer. My curiosity pushed past caution. Information was the real treasure here, not the coins he promised.
Scar flicked me a glance, the kind a fox gives to a rabbit that suddenly asked too clever a question. "Have you ever heard of the Shadowlands?"
My heart skipped a beat. Don't tell me… Finally, I was starting to feel lucky.
