I honestly, didn't like it. There were too many unknowns in this scenario, but given the circumstances, Aura had the right idea. This was our best chance to escape although I wasn't entirely sure about what we were giving away. I mean, what use was the Patriarch's scent to this man we were about to make a deal with?
Chris Pint, the Lord of Stars, spared me a glance.
"What guarantees do I have that you'll come through on your end of the bargain if I help you now?" he asked.
"The same way we're going to have to trust you not to stab us in the back when we escape," I said. "The Law of Equivalent Trade!"
His eyebrow shot up. Then he laughed.
"A visere's bargain, huh… You've got some big cojones, man," he said approvingly. Then he took a big whiff of air into his lungs and after he exhaled, he addressed the other two lords present, "Ah, you smell that, friends? That's the smell of victory."
