"They don't, normally," I admitted, giving Fyren a look. "But he and Fate had…business. I think."
The fire demon returned my gaze evenly, giving nothing away. I itched with curiosity, but I had a feeling my questions would go unanswered. All that was clear from what little I'd overheard was that Fate and Arantius were familiar with Fyren. They knew him, and that didn't bode well. If that were true, it meant that, in all likelihood, Fyren hadn't just learned about the Primordial Mark in some ancient text.
No, in all likelihood, he had seen it firsthand. Fyren had been there during the first war and the creation of the Divine Cycle. Just who had I bound my soul to?
There was no answer in his glittering eyes, nor in his expression.
Korra gave me an odd look. "Well, if there's nothing to say, how about we grab some food? The elves may be pricks, but they have some fine dining, even with the refugee crises."
