He faced the portalway again. ‘There is food near the altar. Wait until dawn, then leave here. Down to the road. Where you will find … welcome company. Your story is this: you found a way out of the city, then, blinded by smoke, you stumbled, struck your head and lost consciousness. When you awoke, the Fourteenth was gone. Your memory is patchy, of course.’
‘Yes, it is, Cotillion.’
He turned at her tone, half-smiled. ‘You fear that you are now in my debt, Lostara Yil. And that I will one day return to you, demanding payment.’
‘It’s how gods work, isn’t it?’
‘Some of them, yes. But you see, Lostara Yil, what I did for you in Y’Ghatan four days ago was my repayment, of a debt that I owed you.’
‘What debt?’
Shadows were gathering about Cotillion now, and she barely heard his reply, ‘You forget, I once watched you dance …’ And then he was gone.

The Bonehunters | Steven Erikson