"May I ask where you got that ring?"
Simon froze for a moment.
Then he glanced at the Miser's Ring and looked back at Zarven.
A second later, his expression became calm.
"So you recognize it."
"I do. It looks like the one my nephew…" Zarven paused, then shook his head. "No. It definitely belonged to my brother's son. I've only ever seen one ring like that. It's unique."
Simon's brows rose slightly.
'Zaglur was a member of the Varn family?'
"A Daegrin named Zaglur gave it to me."
Zarven closed his eyes.
"Just as I feared. I was right."
Simon watched his fingers curl against the desk.
"Don't misunderstand, Lord Varn. I didn't kill him."
The First Merchant opened his eyes.
"Then what happened?"
"Do you remember when I told you a powerful demon destroyed my tribe?"
Zarven's expression darkened before Simon finished.
"It was Zaglur."
For a while, only the faint sounds from the harbor reached them.
"Tell me what happened," Zarven said.
