“It seems I should make clear to you just how much I do in fact know, and hopefully you will realize it is not in your best interest to continue with this [i]impish evasiveness[/i] of yours.” Jadarl retorted. The man kept his voice level and he made no sudden movements that indicated agitation or aggression but his choice of words showed that he had his fill of this back and forth with Leon.

Jadarl pointed his right index finger at Leon, “You are a clergyman of Mask. Blackheart, the Lord of Shadows. You came from Chandlerscross with this elf-blood and your dwarven companion. You crossed the river by raft and then entered the city through the crumbled southern wall.”

Jadarl leaned forward, clasping his hands together against the top of the table. “My god showed me this. And my god and Mask are close, very close. Tell me, did Mask show you me as my I was shown you?”