"What exactly are you suggesting?" Serenica asked.
"Oh. Nothing too extravagant." Myorka let out a dark chuckle that frightened the healer in its morbidity.
This was no time for laughter.
"Just tell me," Serenica sighed. "If it's one of his deadrouser tricks, I will still have to agree. You are privy to such occult information, are you not?"
"You are one sharp lady." The grim grin disappeared from the lips of the bookkeeper. She glanced at the first mate, obviously not waiting for his permission.
Myorka was giving an order now.
"I will sacrifice my soul to help my man," she said. "I will dip my toes into forbidden waters, gods help us, I will spread the blood of my lover on your face, Serenica, and we will kill that hag. We will get it all back. I'm not talking about gold or even my man. Those things are the bare minimum. I am talking about taking back Neul. Are you with me, sweetheart?"
