A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.
Zane was neither of them but he met a man who was both.
Horum.
The Flamekeeper.
The Priest.
The one who had a wooden staff given by Crown Kaldryn.
The one who had a spirit made of black flames living inside his back named Glaxus.
Zane and Xavier both took the same name at the same time and that couldn't be a coincidence.
Everyone heard the name and Jammy was the one who asked it first.
"Horum. I see. It happened yesterday, right?"
"Yes. Around afternoon. Just after the second prayer of the day ended."
"Why do you think he has the relic?"
Zane's brows quivered.
"I just told you why I think that."
"No. I want you to be sure. If you are wrong, then your three days will go to waste."
