140 The Camp of the Strange Ones

“Where are we?” The other lad asked. “All I see is that we are about to begin a battle that might mean the end of our lives.” “Come on brother,” Kelley urged. “Don’t be so cynical. Erom is here. He will find a way. He has done worse things severally with Gavadiol. Do you know what it means to break into the palace twice? To break into Nordveka’s house at the peak of his powers? This whole transaction must be a piece of cake to him.” “You didn’t see them fight; that’s why you’re talking like this.” “But you got away.” His younger brother challenged. “If you managed to get away, then they must not be as scary as you’re making them out to be.” “You were saying something,” Volkin said changing the subject. “What were you saying? Something about the place we are in now.” “Look, this is what I mean.” Kelley explained. “As it stands, we are currently frolicking with the second or at least third most powerful man in the kingdom. Do you know how many invitations to dinner Erom got after he