He’d been a little concerned about heading to the market, but they needed supplies and there was no way around it. It turned out to be nothing to worry about and Dagan hefted the bag over his shoulder, laden with what they’d need for at least another week. Torin and Rain were due back tomorrow. He and Jadi had agreed to hold off on any further intel-gathering trips until they arrived, figuring four heads were better than two. Jadi was still sorting the data they’d stolen, though he’d pretty much convinced himself it was his uncle they were after. Dagan still wasn’t so sure. He was of the mind that they ought to bring what they knew to the king and let him decide how to handle a traitor. Jadi flat-out refused, though, mostly because he was sure that setting foot in the palace meant he was giving up his freedom. As if they intended to throw him into shackles and cage him. It was absurd, but he couldn’t convince Jadi of that. So they waited for the data to pan out, for Jadi’s friends to return, for something to change and give them the right direction to go in.
