52
Deception
Amelia slid her sword into its scabbard, then bent down to grasp the strap, and she hoisted the leather pack over one shoulder. Frowning slightly in effort, she gathered the Sundered from their cells. She didn’t have to look, she knew they followed her docilely through the cold stone halls in the long-forgotten bowels of the Healers’ Guild. She led them just as her master had ordered her.
A locked-away, hidden part of her mind wondered what had prompted the sudden fear in her master. Ordering the Sundered to stay put in the back room, she opened the door and ghosted her way through the corridors to her master’s office, as she had done many times in the past. None of the junior healers even noticed her passing; it was one of the reasons her master had his office in this corn
