“It’s the orders to have me kidnapped,” Zeroun said. “But this is not Rypan’s handwriting. It is that of our king.”

“What?” I asked.

“I wish it were not true,” Sir Zeroun said, “but the king is framing me for the murders of my fellow knights. All of them.”

He raised his sword. “I admit, I listened for a while, I couldn’t resist.” He looked at me and smirked. “And you are the Pyromancer. From what Foray told me, I didn’t expect you to be crafty enough to find your way down here.”