Veythor swayed lightly on the chain, his eyes calm, almost amused. The silence after Veythor's words was heavier than the chains that bound him. The night itself seemed to recoil, the pale moonlight trembling over the camp as though even the heavens feared what had just been spoken, as if the shadows themselves hesitated to move.
Dasha had gone somewhere after hearing Darius's command. Shimi was also feeling dizzy from hunger. After all, they hadn't eaten for a long time. Veythor was very confused: how was it that he wasn't feeling any hunger or thirst at all? His mind examined it, but no pangs of need disturbed him, only an empty focus, cold and precise.
