Jamin forced his breath to come out slow and even. Kasib met his eyes, then glanced at the two Angelic goons, then glanced at the knife hidden beneath his shawl. The lizard people didn’t like the Angelics any more than he did. He followed Kasib inside the sky canoe, thankful the two goons remained outside. Inside a group of lizard people clustered around an obese lizard wearing a bejeweled robe.
“Lord Zebub,” Lieutenant Kasib bowed and made the hand gesture similar to the one practiced by the Halifians. “The young chieftain has recovered enough for questioning.” Jamin only knew what Kasib said because he immediately translated it for him.
The fat lizard lumbered over, his steps wide as his robes glittered with an entire treasury full of jewels and precious metals. Unlike the other lizard
