Nag and I were standing outside the southern city gates. It was late in the evening then. The bells were about to signal the closing of the gates. We stood a mile away, observing the long line of people who got in and out. Some rushed inside, pulling heavy carts or whipping their horses to move faster. Carriages left the city gates while guards yelled at the pedestrians to clear a way.
"What have you gotten yourself into Zedd?" Nag asked.
"This is the best option I have," I said. "You've seen what I can do. I don't see any reason why I shouldn't believe Hilda."
"This is not the point," Nag said. "We're here, doing someone else's bidding, and for what? Because she healed your scars?"
"It's because she has answers not even you could provide," I said. "Beatrix refused to set up another meeting. This is our only option."
