A blue-clad figure stepped out and started toward the Entrance Hall. “Administrator,” Dannyl called. Lorlen stopped and turned around. Seeing Dannyl approaching, he smiled. “Good morning, Lord Dannyl.” “I was just coming to see you. Do you have a moment?” “Of course, but only a moment.” “Thank you.” Dannyl rubbed his hands together slowly. “I received a message from the Thief last night. He asked if we knew of the whereabouts of a man who was Sonea’s companion while she was hiding from us. I thought it might be that young man who tried to rescue her.” Lorlen nodded. “The High Lord received a similar inquiry.” Dannyl blinked in surprise. “The Thief contacted him directly?” “Yes. Akkarin has assured Gorin that he will let him know if he finds the man.” “I will send the same reply, then.”
