We returned to the Seat and my quarters, Jabuticabron satisfied the guards he'd brought with him were investigating every
last shard. I'd already toured the shattered lab with him, impressed by Sass's brother's ability to see things I missed.
"He put up a fight," Jabut said, pointing at Theridialis's favorite stool, one leg cracked and broken off, a bit of skin
and blood clinging to it. "They didn't take him easily." Admiration shone in his deep voice. "Father always had a few
tricks available that had nothing to do with magic." I followed his finger to the large black patch on the far wall, up
near the ceiling.
"Explosive?" I sidestepped a pile of glass, cushioning my feet with power to keep me from cutting myself.
"A rather nasty one," Jabut barked a short laugh. "It's a solid until it strikes a hard surface, then turns to pellets
that rain down. Each tiny drop is its own explosive." He rubbed his arms. "Very dangerous. He's never used it indoors
before."