Eltanin took a ragged breath. He nodded once. Lord Krail pointed him to come out of the room. He glanced at Kinshra and followed him out.
"What is it that you would want to discuss, Lord Krail?" Eltanin asked, unable to remove the picture of Biham's corpse lying on the floor over the rug. Biham had gone with him to Vilinski and together they had brought Kinshra back. Who knew that they would meet this fate.
Lord Krail looked extremely tired. He had purple circles below his eyes. His tone was laced with sadness when he said, "I am planning to take Kinshra back to Vilinski after Biham's funeral. But—" his body shuddered. "She will most probably not leave Pegasii. Her health is deteriorating."
"I don't think she will leave," Eltanin agreed as he leaned his hand on a tower, supporting his body.
"That is why I have a request," Lord Krail's voice became serious.
Eltanin's brows bunched up.
