Loktra stepped into Yoreus’s chamber, making an effort to conceal her curiosity. With how the second archmage perceived her, the invitation must have had nothing to do with discussing theories of magic. He loathed her almost as much as he did Irtan, but he had significantly less respect for her insights and studies. Yet the second archmage wanted to talk, and Loktra was not a fool to refuse. Playing politics and maintaining her position in the High Tower meant that, on occasion, she had to suffer a conversation with him.
“Come in,” Yoreus said. “I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important.”
Loktra could swear there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but the other archmage’s face revealed nothing except for courtesy. She sat down, and Yoreus’s daughter served wine and candied fr
