The Plan

So that's it, Ned thought. Moving his other leg across the other. Leather rubbed against each other making a squeaking sound. The room doesn't have any window, which forces Ned to look at Twali. "He never gave up," Ned said under his breath.

"Please refrain using he when you're not a House member," Twali said. "He's always Lord Sven to the outside. Blood of true heir to the throne."

"Did he—your Lord," Ned said, back still leaning against the soft cushion. Eyes pointing at Twali. "Told you why to go to such length to recruit me?"

Twali shifted leg, he shrugged and tapped a finger on his elbow. "If you work with Lord Sven," he spoke. "He will help you find Roy. He will provide you with the resources to become a hunter. But first, you need to join an academy. Your House merging to his—"