Aerin learned of this after the third day, when he overheard two Guardsmen discussing the strange pair. During the same time Aerin, Lor, Dono, and Katek had been keeping up their nightly watch on the gates out of the Seat. So far nothing else had transpired on that front. Aerin tried to get in to see Gandarel, but he was told the heir to the Seat was too busy to meet with friends. Aerin didn't know if that came from Gandarel, but he doubted it. Aerin just wished he could get in and warn Gandarel about the possibility of a traitor. He still wasn't sure if there was a traitor, or if Betrayer had been an assassin from the outside. Regardless, he knew with a certainty he couldn't explain that Betrayer was still out there and still scheming. The promised lessons on fear had not happened as of yet, and Aerin didn't mind at all. The siege took up all his time. He'd watched many of the attacks from the roofs with his cohorts, but they had not gotten embroiled in the battles themselves, at least since the first night. Being hauled like a sack of turnips by a Togroth had made Aerin a little more respectful of the Togroths than he had been. He just wished he could have seen Tocor when he stepped into a group of eighteen slavering killers, each weighing over three hundred pounds. Aerin still didn't know how Tocor had killed them all without taking a scratch.
