“I thank you, Shan,” he said sincerely.
“Thank me after we escape. Now, let me be completely honest with you, Dreibrand. Helping you is very risky for me and for my friendship, I expect friendship,” Shan said.
“How do you mean?” Dreibrand asked.
Shan explained, “Soon I will be ready to challenge Onja for the throne. But to make my challenge successful many things will have to be done, which I will explain later. And I will need all of my friends.”
Dreibrand understood. The rys’s arrangement was not so alien. For his favor, he wanted loyalty. “You want me to serve you in your war?” he surmised.
“Yes. And the rewards for victory will be great—very great,” Shan promised.
I suppose the King of Jingten would have much to give, Dreibrand thought. He hated to make a decision when his understanding of the conflict was so vague, but if he had to choose a side, then he would choose. He had to find a place to fit into this strange land, and Shan’s offer sounded good.
I asked for his help. I have to accept his terms, Dreibrand reminded himself.
Despite his fear and uncertainty, it felt good to have a friend.
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