The young man who raised his head near the front of the room waved a hand in acknowledgment and unfolded himself from his work at a table. Munraz turned to the tower master and bowed again. “My thanks to you, raer, and I will try not to be a disruption to you.”
He grunted. “It’s just as well for foreigners to get an idea of how we Ellechen taurath manage things, I suppose. Don’t take up too much of his time, now.”
He stalked off and made his way to the right of the room, where Munraz saw a group of doorways with windows to view the activity in the central space. A supervisor’s room. Must be complicated, this work they do here.
“You’re a Zan, aren’t you? I’m one of the signals clerks.”
Munraz turned to look at his guide and then tilted his head back. Younger than me, even with that litt
