A heavy silence settled in the tent bar, broken only by the muted rustle of the rain outside. The mention of the nebulous Sovereign, Asterion, caused the chill of the night to feel colder, and the darkness in the corners of the bar to seem darker… even though both Sunny and Mordret had avoided mentioning his name.
After all, those who knew of his existence all believed that the Dreamspawn could hear his name being spoken aloud, no matter where and when it was spoken.
Even knowing about him could attract his attention.
Sunny smiled crookedly.
"The Dreamspawn… oh my, what a scarecrow."
He leaned back, relaxing on his plastic chair, and shrugged.
"I've been hearing scary stories about this man for decades now. But is he really that frightening? From what I could tell, his only claim to glory was joining your father in betraying Broken Sword. Even then, they just barely managed to kill him."
Mordret shook his head.
