Alec í Amasa of Kerry személy

„But is it an honest living?” Alec persisted, clinging to his last shred of resolve.
„Most of those who employ me are great lords or nobles.”
„It sounds like a pretty dangerous line of work,”
Alec remarked, aware that Seregil had once again sidestepped the question.
„That's the spice of it, though,” cried Seregil. „And you can end up rich!”
„Or at the end of a rope?”
Seregil chuckled. „Have it your way.”
Alec gnawed absently at a thumbnail, his brow creased in thought. „All right, then,” he said at last. „I want to come with you, but first you've got to give me a few straight answers.”
„It's against my nature, but I'll try.”

As he dressed, he could hear Seregil plucking away at the harp below. Aftera moment there came a light ripple of notes and scattered snatches of melodies.
He plays as well as he sings, thought Alec, wondering what other talents would reveal themselves as he got to know Seregil better.
[…]
Seregil tucked his harp under one arm and went to take leave of their host.
„Luck in the shadows,” the blind man said, clasping hands with them at the door.
„And to you,” Seregil returned.

Micum shrugged. „A good fight puts the fire of Sakor in your blood. I think we could all use the warmth!”
Seregil cocked a wry eyebrow at Alec.
„He works as hard to find trouble as I do avoiding it.”
With a derisive chuckle, Micum climbed down the ladder. Alec followed while Seregil took a moment to prop several small crates to fall over the door when it closed.
Once down, Micum rummaged in a belt pouch and drew out a small glowing object. Its pale radiance spilled out through his fingers, spreading a small circle of light.
„Magic?” Alec asked, leaning closer.
„A lightstone,” Seregil told him. „I lost mine in a dice game two months ago and I've been fumbling around with flint and steel ever since.”

„I suppose this was my worst,” said Seregil, showing Alec deep indentations in the lean muscle on either side of his left thigh.
„I was exploring an abandoned wizard's keep. She'd been dead for years, but a lot of her wards were still in place. I'd been very careful, spotted all the symbols, disarmed device after device. She'd been something of a genius in that way and I was feeling pretty proud of myself. But no matter how good you are, there's always a trap with your name on it somewhere, and I found one that day. I missed a trigger of some sort—never did see it—and the next I knew my foot went through the floor. An iron spike shot across, pinning my leg like a speared fish. Half an inch to the left and I'd have bled to death. I couldn't reach far enough into the hole to free myself, short of cutting off my leg. I've no stomach for pain. From what little I remember, I did a lot of yelling and fainting until Micum found me and carried me out. Not a very heroic tale, I'm afraid.”

Seregil finished his tuning and lazily plucked out a tune, pausing occasionally to offer advice or argue points of style.
[…]
„I'm sorry,” Alec said at last, slicking sweat from his forehead. „It's hard, moving so slow.”
Micum flexed his shoulders. „It is, but you have to learn to control the movements and direct the blade, not just wave it about until it hits something. Come on, Seregil, let's show him how it's done.”
„I'm busy,” replied Seregil, working on a tricky bit of fingering.
Moving to stand over him, Micum growled, „Put away that twopenny toy, you tit-sucking coistril, and show me the length of your blade!”
Seregil laid his harp aside with a sigh. „Dear me, that sounds rather like a challenge-” Lunging swiftly past Micum, he sprang to his feet and drew his sword, then swung a flat-bladed attack at Micum's sword arm.

Alec turned back to Seregil. „And you always swear by Illior.”
„Where's that coin I gave you?” Taking it, Seregil turned it to the side with the crescent moon.
"This is the most common sign of Illior. It symbolizes the partial revelation of a greater mystery. The Lightbearer sends dreams and magic, and watches over seers and wizards and even thieves. But Illior also sends madness and nightmares.

Sitting here, with a sword at his side, Alec at his back, a dangerous journey ahead, and who knew how many of his former countrymen seeking his blood, he felt at peace for the first time in months.
„So be it,” he murmured, drifting off at last.

The closing invocation was given, and the crowd slowly dispersed. Seregil leaned over to Alec, as if to comfort him, and whispered quickly in his ear. „Ask to stay with me. Make a scene.”
Alec gave him a startled look. „What? I can't—”
„Just do it!”
„Come, Seregil,” Adzriel said.
„Let me come, too!” Alec blurted out, grabbing Seregil's arm. He blushed as Beka and Thero turned to stare but clung doggedly to him.