"My Lord?" Torin said, leaning forward, pressing his ear close to Ferdinand, ensuring that he would not miss a single word. He couldn't quite the shaking of his hands, nor the tumultuous nature of his mind, as he desperately searched for some part of his training that might serve to piece together the mess that they found in front of them.
"Warn him," Ferdinand said, his voice quieter.
"Warn who, my Lord?" Torin said, not thinking at his best. He ought to have known the answer without asking. He knew who his Lord looked to, though he pretended to deny it, and Torin himself pretended not to see.
"Oliver Patrick," Ferdinand said. "Their schemes ought not to bring him low. Warn him."
Chapter 30 – A Passing Breeze
