Daegrins usually travelled as wandering merchants, but their race possessed wealth that many kingdoms could only envy.
Simon remembered their capital from his previous life.
The broad roads, the magnificent trading halls, the treasures displayed behind elaborate formations. Vhal-Sar had been quite a sight.
His more recent memories were less pleasant.
Zaglur.
The Daegrin had bought him from his mother, determined to recover the Devourer's blood essence he believed Simon had absorbed. Later, betrayed by the Velaris, he had tried to help Simon escape.
Simon still remembered the ring thrown toward him.
The Miser's Ring.
Zaglur hadn't wanted his killers to profit from their betrayal. That had been his reason for helping, but Simon had appreciated the help nonetheless.
Then the Grave Lord had killed him.
Simon lowered his gaze toward his hand.
