So she let Johan ramble on about his friends, magic items, dangerous quests, love, loyalty, and remorse. She listened as he told her absolutely everything he knew and acted like he was the big bad villain of a children’s story. Johan was monologuing as if his victory had already happened, strutting like a peacock and assuming he held all the cards. Johan had adopted every single ounce of Aristas’s arrogance. Miri felt a bit sorry for the young man, he had grown up knowing only what Aristas had told him. If things had been different, they could have been friends. But she knew that if she tried to reach out to him, to try to chance his mind, she would be killed by him. So she only had one option.