Kravius didn't run, which surprised me more than it should have.
He set down the focusing crystal he'd been feeding into Algor's trap array with the careful, unhurried motion of a man who understood exactly how much worse it would look if he dropped it, and straightened to face the three of us crossing the courtyard toward him—me, Rena with both blades still drawn, and Threll trailing a half step behind with the expression of a man who'd already decided this wasn't his fight to finish.
"I take it," Kravius said, "that introductions have become unnecessary."
"Say the name," Rena said again, exactly the way she'd said it to Threll, except this time there was nowhere left for the question to bounce off before it reached him directly.
