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The storm passed, leaving a residue of unease in its wake, and Cypress spoke into the terse silence with deliberate mildness. “We’ll find out eventually if he’s lying about the brother thing, but we can find out right now if he’s lying about his skill.” The raven was disinclined to trust…well, pretty much anyone who wasn’t Rian, Rannoch, or the Cerberus. “Let’s test him,” he urged, looking from brother to brother with a growing eagerness in his hollow timbre. “If he’s telling the truth about his hunting ability, at least he’ll be pulling his weight. If he’s lying, let him starve.” There was a pitiless streak in the elder Frostfur. He reasoned that if Tryp was lying about his hunting skill, he was probably lying about everything else, too — but if he proved useful enough, Cypress was willing to give Tryp the same chance as Rose.