Well. That was novel. Even the husks that had staggered down from Leyndell still remembered that much.

"Me? Your only hope, I should think." Or at least a fascinated observer. These fools kept finding new ways to outdo each other in the most pitiful ways.

"There are few in these lands who would help the Tarnished now,"

He leaned in a little, yellow eyes studying shining gold. How very interesting.

"Even one with eyes like yours." Oh, it would be a tragedy to see blood like that wasted.

"I'll tell you more, of course. But first--the Grace, if you please. Go on. Sit. It will mend you, once you touch it."