Fordak rubbed one side of his bull neck with a calloused palm. "What do you want me to do?" he asked warily.
"I cannot tell you, here," Tamar said. "Come with me to my quarters and I will explain. You will be well rewarded for your work."
The guard's wide face lighted up. "Then I'm your man," he rumbled. "Lead the way."
A few minutes later, Tamar, with Fordak in tow, opened the door of the building set aside for him and his companions.
Jotan and Javan were still sleeping. Tamar closed the door and dropped the bar into place.
"Sit down," he told Fordak, pointing to a stool. He crossed the room and prodded the sleeping pair into wakefulness.
"Jotan and Javan," he said, when the two had risen, "this is Fordak, one of Sephar's finest warriors. Fordak is going to help us in a little matter, aren't you, Fordak?"
The guard nodded, his broad cheeks creased with a wide smile at being treated so familiarly by a nobleman.
Jotan was staring at his friend in frank bewilderment.
"What are you getting at, Tamar?" he asked. "Why have you brought this man here?"