"This is a bit complicated, and I'm not sure I have permission to reveal that." Treevor was still confused and accidentally disclosed information.
"Permission? Aren't you the master of these black skeletons?" Amisha asked suspiciously, and Treevor cursed himself for speaking too much.
'The master said he wanted to make an alliance and use the undead from the east in a future war against Kastil, but things have changed. If my mother really is the queen of Darkwood and has been searching all this time, she won't sit idly by after learning that I was killed and forcibly turned into an undead.' Treevor calmed down enough for the chains to suppress his emotions, and he returned to his usual coldness.
