Chapter 18
“Those are the documents?” Damiskos whispered. He had been picturing something larger, somehow, more impressive-looking.
Varazda nodded. “It was as I suspected—there was a false bottom in one of the chests, and they were in there. I didn’t have time to pry it up when I was searching before. And I was trying to keep them from noticing their things had been searched, which made it take longer.”
Damiskos looked around at the clutter on the floor. “You’ve given up on that, I see.”
Varazda made a face that Damiskos thought he might have learned from his three-year-old daughter. He tucked the small scrolls away in his sash and gathered up an armload of debris from the floor to dump it back in the open chest.
“What? That’s what it was like when I came in.” He closed the chest, clo
