"...was merely the trick of some wicked fey from the First World." For a second, Jhod knits his brows, but the
"...was merely the trick of some wicked fey from the First World." For a second, Jhod knits his brows, but then sighs and shakes his head. "Tristian told me already, Your Grace. Looking like a beaten puppy all the while. I cannot say that this late confession brought me much solace…"
