Wymar's words hung in the air—leave Cahns'ar, flee before more trouble came. It was sensible advice from a tactical perspective. Smart, even.
But Jolthar shook his head.
"No."
Everyone turned to look at him. Wymar's expression shifted from exhausted relief to concern. Milan's eyes widened. Even Cleora and Raayani looked surprised.
"No?" Wymar repeated. "Jolthar, I just saved both of you from killing each other. The smart move is to leave before—"
"Before what?" Jolthar interrupted calmly. "Before someone else comes? Before another imperial official decides to test me? Before Richardus and Hernais cook up another scheme?" He looked at his old friend steadily. "If I leave now, it sends a message. It says I'm scared. That I'm running away."
"Sometimes running is wisdom, not cowardice," Wymar argued.
