Mikodez answers promptly. "Keep me to pass misinformation against what's his name, Quill, and any of my instructors that come sniffing after me. Or you could always leave me to the moths."

He gets a splitting headache whenever he tries to remember what he said under enthrallment. Would he be sitting here if he betrayed even a hint of what Istradez said about the future? "If you took whatever scraps of bone left over and flagellated it, that would make my relative very happy."

At Ashari's look, he straightens a tiny bit. "...I could crochet you a rose wreath scarf."