Iona cracked the reigns angrily and they sped away in silence. Neither Derek nor Elor were daft enough to say anything, they just let her drive. The cold city air rippled over them as they crossed the Brightling Bridge on the way to the Guild District and they were met with a blast of salt coming from the sea. Derek fidgeted in his breeches; he was looking forward to getting back to the Guild. Even though he hadn"t been into his Guild room for a while, he was fairly sure there was a pair of more comfortable trousers in there. They may well be threadbare and frayed from adventuring and quite possibly infested with lice or fleas, but even so, they were one hundred percent preferable to the fancy article he was currently wearing.
Elor cleared his throat and looked over at Iona. Her lips were
