Chapter 51

Will hadn’t been lying. The next day, he had a visitor—a man dressed in a clean blue suit. He smelled of cigarettes and grapes, an odd combination, but it suited him in a way. He looked to be a bit older; his well-manicured hair was streaked with a few gray hairs here and there. His hands were covered with scars and burn marks. I couldn’t see his face well, just the outline, and even then, I could see the strong lines of age on it.

The jailor who had let him in pointed toward Will’s cell and then walked away, leaving them alone. They weren’t necessarily alone—I was there, and so were the other prisoners—but it looked like the man didn’t care. He approached Will’s cell. Will was startled at first, then stood up and stared back at the man.

It was then that I noticed that Will was a head taller than the man. He was shorter than an elf, and he smelled different. Of course, he did—the man standin