She reached into the leather satchel she carried and pulled out a small vial filled with dark liquid. "This is concentrated essence of shadow root. If you drink it an hour before the fight, it will temporarily suppress your bloodline signature—make you seem weaker, more ordinary than you actually are. Let Eldrath think he's fighting a capable half-blood warrior. Don't show him what you truly are until you absolutely must."
Jorghan took the vial, feeling the cold glass against his palm. "And if I do have to show him? If I need to draw on the full extent of my abilities?"
Sigora's expression grew grim. "Then you end the fight as quickly as possible, before witnesses can fully comprehend what they're seeing. And then we run. All of us. Because once the Empire learns there's a sol'vur survivor manifesting abilities at your level, they'll send everything they have to capture or kill you."
