214 Boss Lore

Irade

June 30, 3:38 am BT – 1:38 am UT, By A Bed In The Taklamakan Desert, China

The orb of light hung in the air as Malgeysa spoke. Irade and Käwsär sat on the bed, listening intently as the desert winds swept around them, cool and comforting.

She told them a story of a young, powerless boy, the youngest in his family of seven. How he had learned the art of thieving from a young age out of necessity, taking what he needed for himself and his family. About how his parents had been forced into debt by a cunning merchant. How due to all of this, the boy stole just a little more than he should have.

As she listened, Irade frowned. What did any of this have to do with her? Rupert L. Hargreaves? Was she supposed to know who that was? Why was Malgeysa saying that name like it meant something to her?