Chapter 20 – Information
Jh'tarishul's head lolled. He groaned, and his eyelids fluttered. Finally, he woke up. “What...” He tried to move, but he was tied to a kitchen chair. He pulled and pushed against his bonds, but they were too strong. “Hey! Untie me! I have Tier 1 friends. Whoever you are, you'll be sorry if you don't untie me right now!”
“Hello, Jh'tarishul.” Calael walked around from behind the man and stood in front of him, his sword held loosely in his hand. “My clan offers its greetings.”
“Harisatar!” Jh'tarishul's eyes widened. “Impossible!”
“Obviously not.”
“But how? I thought you were all—”
“Dead? Not quite. One of us, at least, remains. One of these, too, I'm afraid.” He rotated his left arm so the man could clearly see the brand.
Jh'tarishul's face paled. “Harowaith
