"I did see," Koltira says, his cold eyes going hard with fury. "I found the recording."

He approaches her, as well, slowly, aware of his relative size; of the malevolent magic that still radiates from him, binding his body together.

"Pomarr," he says. "I have suffered as you have. My people, too, were victims of a great calamity. They, too, were cut down."

He holds out a bare, pale hand. "As I was."