Chapter 340
As Hadjar had suspected, the bean counters were the bearers of the red amulets who wore white robes. They were in the same barracks as them, but in the farthest corner. Even the light couldn’t reach that far, leaving their sheltered room in the grip of an acrid gloom.
The three servants, who had evidently left their youth behind long ago, were scribbling something in huge granary books with ink and sticks. To Hadjar, this was quite normal, but Einen was surprised. They still wrote with quills on the islands.
“These five,” Glen said, waving behind him without turning around, “want their things back.”
There was silence. Several moments later, the most meticulous of the servants looked up from his book. It was clear from his gaze alone that he had at least a tiny bit of po
