I looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, I wanted to know what he had meant by that.

“I don’t understand. What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him and he looked at me, his eyes were just as I remembered, but the softness which it once held was gone, replaced by a steel emotion, one that told me the old varken I had met was gone.

“You know what I mean, you must have known there is a slight chance I wouldn’t welcome you, you must have known, why did you risk yourself to tell me the ...