Running~
Nigel Willoughby
Jorendon
Nigel retreated to his office. Jules was already there packing a bag. Peder caught up a few moments later, a bit winded but quicker on the run than Nigel would’ve expected if he’d had the luxury of time to consider it.
He went straight to his desk, pulled out the drawer, and upended its contents on the desktop.
“Send every agent afield,” he said. “They’re to escort every nene they can find to the theater.”
“Yes, my lord,” said Jules.
“The theater?” said Peder. “The cathedral would make a better sanctuary.”
“If I had any intention of leaving them in Jorendon, you would be right.”
Nigel pried the false panel off the drawer’s bottom. A dozen or fewer quartz coins remained. So much for being prepared.
“Every nene taking shelter beneath the cathedral
