A Knight of Sorrow Pt 3

Cold water shocked Renn awake. His arms a legs were bound to a wooden chair. The room was dim but had small windows near the ceiling, letting in pale yellow light.

“You are sloppy.”

The world was still out of focus, “And you’re ugly.”

“I was born this way. What’s your excuse? You follow too close and are easily noticed. Act like Jadon, not Renn, when in public.”

That name brought terrible feelings to the surface, “Jadon is dead.”

“No,” the man said, “Jadon is erstwhile until we need him.”

Renn struggled against his bonds, refusing to say anything else.