The moment our business with Jarul was done, Primus thanked him with a firm handshake. Lara, who had been quietly clinging to her father's arm the whole time, waved at the old demon with a shy smile.
"You take care now, little one," Jarul said warmly, tapping her forehead gently with a finger before turning to the rest of us. "Your ship will remain stored here. I've marked it under an extended permit, no one will touch it."
"Thanks," I said. "We'll be back for it when we are done with our things."
I looked straight into the old demon's eyes. Primus had trusted him with his life, had told us that Jarul's family was one of the smaller branches tied to the Bloodreavers. So I trusted him too.
Jarul gave a slow, firm nod.
"Travel safely," he said. "Shenzhou isn't dangerous but the universe is."
Then he sighed, rubbing his long beard.
"And when you reach home, tell my idiot son to not get himself killed. That useless brat worries me more than any war."
