"So, can you tell me what is going on now?" Ben asked.
He kept his eyes on the man seated across from him.
They sat inside a sealed, moving carriage.
The interior was dim and quiet.
Only the soft hum of magic under the floor broke the silence.
Ben had already tried to ask on the way here, but the Nephirid escort had insisted they leave immediately if he really wanted to help.
"Honestly," the man said, "I do not know many details.
What I can tell you is this.
The civil war just ended.
Things are still a mess.
And the one who wants to meet you is not Prince Zeratul."
"Not Zeratul?" Ben frowned. "Then who?
Did something happen to him?"
The man's gaze sharpened.
He stayed silent for a moment before he finally answered.
"You will find out soon enough.
The one requesting your presence is the Queen."
"The Queen?" Ben thought. "Is this connected to the civil war?"
As the ride continued, pieces started falling into place in his mind.
