The desperation in the boy touched him some where. He bent down looming above him. “Information is just as valuable young Yexiall.” At heart he was a revolutionary, wanting change. “give me the secrets to your house and your word you will not betray me. I in turn will see you back to your castle and when the time comes you will have your life, a good one. Afterwords we shall never see or speak to each other again. That is the deal, but only our honors to seal it.” He narrowed his eyes looking down at the noble hoping that honor meant anything to him.