Rohan kneeled down by Thomas’ body while Leonid checked the two Guards. Rohan had no love for Thomas, but Ryleth had told him he’d handled himself well in rescuing her from the Dreadbrood. In fact, upon learning of his death from the frantic Guards as they were leaving the catacombs, genuine grief had rocked her for some time.

“He was going to start again,” Ryleth had said, her voice slightly hoarse. “He didn’t get that chance. Who would do this?”