It turns out that Ephrah is Alexander's friend. They met during one of his adventures during the wars, way before he was sent to bring Polis down.
They can't keep in touch often because they both have their responsibilities. But, somehow, they trust each other enough to plan together how to deliver a lethal message.
This reminds me of the merchant that refurnished Polis during the war. They're brave people, I have to admit it. Even though they're driven by nothing else but profit. Few know how much it cost to my city to have that food.
If the deal turns out unprofitable, Ephrah will turn his back and leave. If anyone offers more, he will betray us. No matter how friendly his current relationship with Alexander is, he won't stay if it costs him.
«What about the silk?» I inquire, feigning interest. «Are you planning to sell it in the north too, Ephrah?»
He blinks, surprised by the question.