“Is there anything else? What of your fellow novices? Are any of them looking like they can be persuaded, or are they still singing the guild song?”
“Most are nondescript, studying as I am. Some show more promise than others, and a couple have been singled out for special treatment.” The detached, almost analytical side to the person surprised Zya. She had not seen that side to them in the time she had known them. Maybe she was not meant to, but now the cover was blown.
“Tell me of them,” he demanded.
“You are looking at one, and the other was recruited after a fainting spell outside the mercenary guild. My teacher witnessed it and tracked her to her house in the Tribal Quarter.”
“Wandering scum,” O"Bellah spat. “What was she doing there?”
“I do not know why, but her father has a carp
