"Bones" was the only word Zul'Rakhan managed. The candlelight flickered on the table, casting dancing shadows on his twisted grimace.
A solemn frown creased Adam's brow. Not bones used as decorations by the orcs. His bones. The same ones he had concealed with Qi and mana until even the college staff failed to notice them. Even Haldris hadn't shown the slightest sign of feeling their nature. A nature he had fought against and would never tolerate.
He leaned forward, his sky-blue eyes locking with Zul'Rakhan's red eyes. "What do you know, and how?" It wasn't a question, but a growled command.
Zul'Rakhan bit his lip, then let out a heavy exhale that made his withered form look even more withered. "Grum'Thal and I felt them when you shapeshifted. It has nothing to do with your camouflage, but..." He shook his head. "You'll know tomorrow. Just remember: Grum'Thal isn't your enemy. I'm not either, or I would have included your bones in my testimony."
