Arvid spreads his hands wide and assumes a benevolent expression. "Well, if you can fix it so we can leave without pursuit, then yes, I'll work for you. Around other jobs, mind. We need to eat." "That is satisfactory." Arvid blinks and stares at him. "Well?" "The yoke is unlocked," Inric informs him, then turns and leaves. "What?" Arvid scrabbles at the loosened metal collar around his neck. "Wait!"