"Szelhamos," Amberdrake repeated, just as gently as he'd asked for it. Much like the Faerie Szel was thinking about, Drake's pronunciation was flawless. Not a musician, but someone who spoke far too many languages to be clumsy.

"So this 'tool' of yours would suffer, although he has never harmed you. And now there is another involved, who rails against you for that same man's suffering."

That seemed like a good summary, to him. "Am I missing anything?"