Kubla Khan's face is working. A million thoughts are going through his mind. Abora holds his arm and whispers to him. I hope something along the lines of "don't lock these people in the dungeon after you put them through the wringer yesterday."
He eventually responds, "What was the provenance of this artifact?"
I blink. "Provenance?"
Rokaci steps in. "He means where did it come from. How did you come by it? Since it was there long before you took over, I'd say that's a question for ... for Daji."
He's not going to mention that my grandparents are still alive. The Consortium might know by now, but he's not taking a chance.
Daji frowns. "Now that you mention it, I do remember the statue coming in. It was two years ago. That would have been when Rakkuz was selling artifacts to the Wendigo. And who knows how long it was in his possession? Kryptosia, could your people have a chat with him?"
