"What? When did you promise me anything?"
Try as hard as he could, Syryn could not recall any promise of significance made between them. There had been the offhanded promises to bring him food he liked, books he had wanted, and other silly pledges that one would make with a friend. What Rowan spoke of was no doubt a meaningful promise. Syryn understood that much.
The anti mage though was not forthcoming with an answer. "Do you know what Traxdart has been up to?" He asked instead.
Since that day he had turned up at their doorstep, the demonic emperor was silent on his end. Syryn shook his head at the anti mage's question. "I gave the mage hunters a map of the approximate places where the horns would be found. The last I heard, there was only one horn left to be found. Barring that, I have no news of Traxdart's movements."
