"If you meet him, those questions are what he will want to discuss."
"it about politics?" Bruce asked
"Not that."
"Factions?"
"No."
"Advancement?"
"No."
Mord's faint smile returned. "The questions themselves."
Bruce absorbed the answer. 'The questions themselves.'
That was specific. And it aligned almost perfectly with the territory he had been exploring.
The Codex. The three Codices. The fabric of the realm. The base-language.
The ancient unified ordering that had eventually divided into three separate systems.
Grave Ondar had apparently been contemplating these questions for a very long time.
And now he had noticed Bruce specifically because Bruce might be capable of engaging with them.
Bruce wasn't sure whether that was reassuring or alarming.
Possibly both.
"I'll think about it," he said. "Please tell Grave that I appreciate the courtesy of your approach."
He paused. "I have no way to contact him directly. How does your employer prefer to receive a response?"
