Thaleia started to protest, but Nila cut her off. "It's fine. You forget, I've collaborated with Imperions before. I have no issues with it."
We enjoyed a pleasant lunch courtesy of Drevolan, after which I excused myself to return to the now-empty library for some contemplation. All this talk about Ilyin was well and good, but it wasn't helping me locate Goren or get him off my trail. Nila and Thaleia could discuss eliminating him all they wanted, but they were no closer to finding him than I was, even if Thaleia was being honest. And I couldn't afford to wait. If this continued, my operations would be crippled within weeks.
I considered sending him a message to propose a ceasefire, but quickly dismissed the idea. He wouldn't agree. And when I thought of Voltaire's lifeless body amid the ruins of his shop, and the years I'd spent working with Jalen and Vorak, I realized I wouldn't agree either.
