I glanced at all those faces in the courtyard. Kedrasi, Indrahui, Damarcian, and people from many other races, at least two hundred of them, all in local khaki dress. Many still glared openly at Thayu.
There were not just a few dissenting voices. It was a political movement, and likely their invitation of me to the complex, heck, even their offering of their apartment for my use, was a calculated gesture. I had wondered when I would be called upon to honour the unspoken agreement I had entered by accepting the accommodation. It seemed that time was now.
It also seemed that Chief Delegate Akhtari was fully aware of the situation. She had supplied me with a zhayma who had obvious loyalties to Asto, and put me into the hands of an organisation which was against Asto. What was that gesture s
