The caravan man's grin never faded. "All things have a price, flamebearer. Even memories."
Kael didn't flinch. "And some prices can't be paid."
Suddenly, one of the guards lifted their veil. Kael and Eira staggered back—it wasn't a human face beneath, but something hollow. A black void shaped like a man, eyes burning silver.
Ashenfang growled, stepping protectively in front of them.
The merchant raised a hand. "Peace, beast. We are not here to take… unless offered."
He pulled a scroll from his sleeve. "If you wish to know the truth behind your crystal, come to Hollowthroat Market by next moon."
And just like that, they rode off—silent as ghosts.