CHAPTER 5
Late the next morning, Penrys fingered her exposed chain while she waited for Najud to refill his and Munraz’s packs with samples for the third time.
The movement caught Najud’s eye, and he paused, with two small wooden sample boxes of kassa snatched up in one hand. “You could always cover it up.”
She glanced down at her informal robes which so clearly declared her occupation. The fancier honors were gone from her left breast—unsuitable for everyday wear. She shook her head. “Won’t help. My face is almost as obvious. Might as well make it easy for everyone to know who I am.”
The three of them were gathered around the large horse packs that had been stowed in the wizard guild’s warehouse, near the river docks. They weren’t the only people in the gloomy building, but Najud was
