Quenya watched him think, her voice hesitant. "I know we talked about it before, but let me ask again. Do you really think we should keep digging into this? You saw what happened in Coriel. That wasn't human."
He turned to her. "That's exactly why I can't stop."
Quenya's gaze dropped. "You should know better what would have happened if I hadn't appeared when that demigod had you on your knees. You got some clues from him. Maybe that's all you were meant to find."
Vencian shook his head. "Those weren't answers. They were fragments. The dead demigod said enough to prove there's more. If not him, then someone else knows what it meant."
"Someone else?"
"The man with the sash. And Jerenir. They acted like they recognized something about me."
Quenya frowned slightly. "Both of them wanted the chalice."
