While Beli had the will to question the black omnimancer but not the guts to, Fedlimid was not mitigated, there was no reason for Seisyll to lie and all he could do was lament the reality.
Uther was killed? And he has spare bodies? And he was stitched back like a broken puppet to rule over the kingdom? There's a link with the rebels? What in the world is an array?
None of this could be told to the people without causing chaos.
"I believe we've arrived, sir." Melite's muffled voice reached their ears.
Seisyll untied buttons hidden beneath the feathers of his outfit and pulled on his sleeve, revealing a mutilated pale torso and two wavy daggers cloaked in runes. Beneath his clothes, the man looked like half of himself because of the lack of fat that could fill the space. His ribs appeared clearly and contrasted well with many scars punctured with long-gone stitches.
