The sun was just rising as Aubrey paced in the front lobby of the grand building that housed the town watch. They were little more than glorified foot troops, but their presence made people more comfortable, at least the rich people. Aubrey had seen their like in Wincaster, but most of the heavy work there was done by the king's troops. In Loranguard, there was little evidence of soldiers. Those who did exist were always manning the walls, forever watching westward toward the untamed lands of the Twelve Clans.
Arnim had talked all night with the watch captain, but so far he had yielded little information. She was beginning to think her presence here was a waste of time when a voice carried across the room.
"I told you, we'll look into it," a rough looking man was saying.
Aubrey turned t
