“He promised you full amnesty if you agree to help us!” the girl got up from the chair and took a step to meet the elf. “Just a few days, and you will be free and will not have to hide in the shadows”.

“Oh, come on, darling,” Kael came closer to her. “You really think I would believe someone who killed his brother, right?”

For several long seconds, they silently looked into each other’s eyes. Alaia couldn’t stand it at first and looked away, “What does it take for you to believe?”

“I believe in old gods and new knives,” Kael smiled, “come up with something, bruja.”

The elf was about to go out into the darkness of the night through the window when he heard, “The Oath to Many Faces.” He turned and saw a determined expression on Alaia’s face. “Let the goddess of Death be a witness to our agreement,” continued the girl confidently.

“So, are you sure that your king will keep the agreement?”

“These are my problems, they will not concern you. So how? Can you believe the old goddess?”

Kael silently pulled out a ritual dagger and held it out to Alaia.