“Well why did you come?”
Bethen resumed her smile, which Zya found to be infectious and full of good humour. “I had occasion to be visiting one of the tribal boys, and saw you enter the building. I asked said person if he knew anything, and he told me about you. The robes were enough, but it was only when I came calling that I realised what you actually were.”
“What I am?” Zya said as she sidestepped a particularly vigorous old woman who seemed hell-bent on shouldering as many people out of the way as possible.
“The illusion you wrought yesterday. I was there in the gathering that witnessed your coming. The like has never been seen before, nor will it again probably. It has already gone into the annals of the guild to be treasured, and all witnesses were called upon to give account.”
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