Silas finally told him about Verissan on the night before the departure.
They were in the small room at the back of the base, where Silas kept the cot, the chest of tools, and the lamp with the brown shade. The room wasn't built for two, however, Alistair sat on the corner of the cot anyway, while Silas stood by the window with his arms folded, looking out at the dark.
"I am going into Verissan two days before you," said Silas.
Alistair raised his brows, "And what method? The gate would be too risky, that much I already know."
Silas nodded slightly, still not turning around. "There are seven ways into Verissan that don't involve the gate, and I'll be using three of them. I will be in the city before you arrive."
Alistair was reluctantly impressed. The man always thought further than necessary.
