XXIVFinn peered warily around at the semicircle of guild leaders in their shadowy thrones. Here he was again, judged by another circle of masters. But it was different this time; he had nothing to fear from these people, not once he explained who he was and why he was there. They were on his side. They would welcome him. They might even help him find the answers he sought.
The woman he'd known as Maeve – and then as Lud, leader of the wreckers – smiled as if he was an old friend come to visit.
She clicked her fingers in the air as she studied Finn. An old man wearing a patched brown coat so long it dragged along the ground shuffled out of the shadows. He had pens wedged behind each ear. Ink dribbled down his neck and onto his shoulders. He appeared not to notice. He dragged along a long
