"How was he killed?" Aldus asks, hiding an inappropriate smirk at Cyrward's slip. "A dagger, apparently," Wil says. "The mayor says there's a stab wound. In his back. But that's not all." He turns to Cyrward. "He's called the Siguri down. They're going to send an army to find and destroy the rebels once and for all. He said." "Then I'm even more glad of our friend here," Cyrward retorts, gesturing with his good hand. "A few troops or a whole army, he can deal with them!" "Even if he's capable, you are assuming he will cooperate," Wil says. Cyrward grins. "Don't you remember your history? He owes us now. He has to help."