"I can't explain every detail yet," I say, setting the cup back down on the table after another sip. "First I need to orchestrate the pieces. But if this works, it's going to be far safer to rescue my father than trying a frontal raid on a Deepwarden base."
The name of the guild hangs heavily in the air.
Even inside the private room of the tavern, the simple sound of that word feels wrong. As if the entire world had learned to fear them so much that even the walls react.
Veric starts serving himself some stew.
His hand trembles slightly as he holds the metal ladle. A little. Almost imperceptible. But I notice.
He stays silent for a few seconds before lifting his eyes to me.
"Well… all of this is insane."
I think about saying something sarcastic, maybe to lighten the tension. But he continues before I can open my mouth.
"But my father told me why I should help you at any cost. So I'm in."
Ah…
So Garen really did tell him everything. Or at least enough.
