Redsand Canyon The balance in me split by three

He sat down. Well, that was a bad sign.
Derg sat up, concern etching his face. Had someone died? Was there an army coming? Were they moving?

But something about himself? Did he hate that night? Shit.
But no. No, it was stranger than that.
Derg's brows furrowed. Why would he lie like that?
He just grunted in response, accompanied by a soft, disbelieving, "Fuck."

He watched Donovan -- Kynareth -- for a few moments.
He seemed so fucking pleased with himself.
Derg stood, watching the man levelly.
"So you lied, hm? What'd you rope us all into this pack for?"