Danir's Journey: An Unlikely Companion

Danir's sleep had been disturbed by someone he'd expected, but for a reason that he hadn't.
The dark-skinned face of Kristoph was an inch from his own when Danir's eyes opened.
"Did you mean what you said?" he whispered. "About the Duke using that thing for himself, and not the people?"
Realizing that this was going to be his last conversation, Danir spoke up. "I did."
"Shh," Kristoph implored, his face glistening with fear. "They'll kill us both for this!"
"For what?" Danir's confusion was obvious.
"For this," Kristoph answered, drawing the sigil from the pouch on his belt.