They stepped from the tunnel, and Lura joined them from where she stood with Korm and another man. Her gaze was level and inscrutable as she studied Trent's face.
Lura
"Did he lie?" she asked.
"He spoke the truth," the Elder said evenly.
Lura smiled then, and the warmth of her smile was like the soothing fingers of a Summer breeze stroking Trent's features.
"I am glad," she said simply. "One who faces a Master and his brok should be one of us." She beckoned to Korm. "You fought once; now meet as friends."
Korm grinned, held out his hand. "My sister told me of how you saved her; I am your friend." He tensed the muscles of his proud neck, winced instinctively. "Some time you must show me that fighting trick; never before have I been bested in battle."