"Focus," Vex said, not unkindly. "You want to save them? Do the job. The Guild pays. You buy freedom-slips. That's the system."
"Tal 39," a voice rasped from his shadow. Vex, his handler—a woman made of old scars and older bitterness—stepped beside him. "The client wants a distraction. You burn the front gate. The real package goes out the back." tal 39-dorei campaign setting reborn
"The Guild can burn," Kaelen said. And for the first time in three years, he said his real name. "I am Lirien, Ember of the Ash-Veil, son of a free people who do not yet know they are free." "Focus," Vex said, not unkindly
The collar shattered.
He wasn't here to free them. Not today.
But tonight, the distraction was different. The Guild pays
Then the Orm screamed, "Kill them all!"