Cohthel defies his own limitations

A caravan attendant is attacked.

Markie knows about Cohthel's father before Cohthel is ready to ask. Will Markie talk about him?

Cohthel learns more about Evermore and Nevercease

The righteous indignation Cohthel fell asleep with kept him warm throughout the morning, but the chaffing clink clink of chain binding him to the wagon would no longer keep alliance with the shame that put him there.

News of Neleci's kidnap reaches Cohthel.

Cohthel needs Markie’s praise so Markie won't brush him off when he approaches Markie about Father in two more months.

There are some mistakes that can be cured, can be forgotten, can be repaired; a simple word, a bow of the head, a smile and an embrace. There are some mistakes that can’t.

“Who are you?” Thaen demanded.

“A child of the Paragons.” The undulating black landscape lifted and stretched, forming the shape of a man. “Same as you.”

Thaen pinched the stinger between two fingers and pulled the barb out of his skin. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned, finding — fear flashed white-cold through his chest — finding three Dark Elves standing behind him.

“I need a spy,” Thoraus said.

A girl was slung over the animal’s shoulders. Her fall of long black hair covered her head and burnt-gold face. She lifted her head and her hair parted, a red rash of fear and sorrow staining her wet cheeks.
Thoraus’s heart seized with a slash of pain.