Korran took two steps toward the door before Simon's voice stopped him.
"There is something I want to know."
The Iron Examiner paused.
One of the Black Horn officials glanced at Simon with an impatient expression, but Korran turned around calmly.
"What is it?"
Simon remained seated, his fingers resting against the arm of his chair.
His head moved, then he rested it on his fist.
"The rebels."
Korran's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What about them?"
"You keep calling them rebels, but that tells me nothing. I know nothing about them." Simon looked directly at him. "What are they called? What are they rebelling against? How did they begin, and how powerful are they?"
Sonya shifted on the edge of the bed. Akaza also stopped reaching for the medicine box he placed on the table.
The atmosphere inside the room changed.
The negotiation was over, but Simon's questions were not meaningless curiosity. Korran could tell from his calm expression that he wanted information for a reason.
