Lorn woke up to a room full of curious faces. His waking seems to have disappointed them as they all frowned meeting his glance. It coincided with Lorn's frown, as stinging pain shot through his head.
"Why did he wake up?" one of them asked.
"Did you dream of anything?" asked another.
"Did you see the Shrike?"
Lorn sat up and held his hand, massaging his temple. The pain gradually died out.
"I spoke to it," he said.
That sent a few surprised grunts and gasps across the room.
"So it can talk!" the Conjurer said. "What did it say?"
"It's pointless to try to kill it. It knows what our plan is, as it can experience the world through me. It also said that even if I die, it will stay inside me."
The room went silent. Pondering. Before anyone could think of the obvious, Lorn decided to say it. It was good to appear smart in front of your betters, you just couldn't do it too much.
