asked Varkon, his aggression unaffected. Haranio seemed not in the least bit concerned that he was fully unclothed, and he turned to Tyler with confidence. “I think the boy knows.” But Tyler had never seen this man before, and he shook his head with bewilderment. “Strange. Surely Hargill must have mentioned me? Haranio? His dear friend?” “Oh!” Tyler stepped from behind Varkon before the ghatu could prevent him. “Hargill told me I should find you in the city of Ithrim, just before he … was killed.” Haranio frowned as Tyler hurried on. “I’m sorry – you must not have known.” “I know, child. I was there in his final moments,” said Haranio sadly. The comment caught Tyler by surprise. “But now is not the time to talk. The imps are bound to give chase.” “How could we possibly trust … whatever you are,” Varkon snarled.
