Lexel stood to leave.
At the door, he stopped. Looked back at Seravine.
"The Yunjaar Plain," he said.
Seravine looked at him.
"The Carnage," he said. "The portal. The parties that went in." He turned back into the room slightly — not sitting, not committing to staying, the posture of someone who has one more question and wants the answer before they leave. "Who orchestrated it? The Dimension Raid. Which kingdoms sent parties? Because there is no way Jaar was the only one."
Seravine looked at him for a moment. Assessing the question — not whether to answer, the specific shape of it. What he was actually asking and why.
