Ellisandra would have stayed with Jintho and his group, but she needed to go home to give Father his dinner and get him ready for bed.
Vayra offered to walk her home. Jintho protested and said that he should do it, but Vayra subtly shifted aside his cloak, showing the glint of a gun which he wore, Coldi-style, on a bracket on his upper-arm.
Oh. Jintho and his friends nodded. Yes, they understood. And it was chilling that it had come to this, that a respected Mirani citizen needed to walk through the streets with an armed companion.
They left the building through the proper entrance of the Andrahar office, the one next to merchant Ranuddin’s closed shop. Normally, there would be a vagrant sleeping on the steps, but there hadn’t been anyone for days, and while no one appeared to have miss
