Petros had spent quite a bit of time talking to the people in the Iron Order. He had quite a bit of respect for them, and they had taught him a decent amount about their sworn enemies. He had a healthy respect for the fae now – he had heard a bit about them growing up, but now he knew a lot more.
Nychta was part of that, wasn’t he? Petros hadn’t thought much about the man, but now that they were going to do a favor for him, maybe it was time to pay attention to him. He had made the call to kill that necromancer. That had turned out … well, they got out alive, right? The consequences for that one would bite them in the ass eventually. Everything did.
Petros was still on a high from getting his brand removed, from getting his new tattoo. Maybe he was finally starting to get used to danger. Arirya seemed to like Nychta, and despite everything Petros thought it best to trust him too. Everyone had secrets right? Petros certainly did.
He thought about what spells would be useful against fae. He went to bed, ready for another brush with death.