Tremor in Fate

Kahlen had left all of my questions unanswered, continuing to evade until I finally gave up. Nothing about the Lord of Ash made sense, from his existence to his motives. Gayron had warned me to stay away from him, and his advice seemed more and more sound by the minute. This demon lord was a wildcard, and despite his seeming goodwill, he was as dangerous as any hero or inquisitor.

"Fine then," I said with a long, exasperated sigh. "Would you at least tell me why you're here? Like, right now, in my tent?"

"Of course, my lady. You should have just asked," he said with a bemused smile, flashing a few too many teeth for my liking. "The Lord of Ash requested I deliver a message."

I rubbed my horn wearily. "And that message is?"

"The Circle of Chains has a branch in Liceria."

I sat up straight, my hand falling back into my lap. "Liceria?" The name sounded vaguely familiar, and I wondered if I'd glimpsed it on the battle map earlier.