"It wasn't the Hafnons. Aleric Stormcrow has been playing with sicknesses," said Edwin, disappointed. He had hoped to learn something from the dwarf. Now he would need to destroy him.
"I see," said king Valyr. "And what are you going to do?"
"A concentrated mirror curse, to start with," said Edwin. He took his teacup with shaky hands. He had never done a mirror curse before. And the coughing sickness already had a cure that was made public.
"That can be traced to you. The Tsardom of Mopia would take it as a declaration of war. As the last Boliarin of the last dwarven territory, Aleric is thought of as a hero," the king warned.
"He will just think up another sickness to release here or somewhere else if he is not stopped. I can call him out on it. Denounce him and challenge him to a duel, but…" Edwin gulped. Aleric Stormcrow had a thousand years' worth of experience on him.
