Chapter Seven“What do the Earthen Clerics want with my daughter?” Her father maintained his posture, eyes sharp, arm rock-still.
“It… it came to our attention that she was attempting a focus, and she is strongly biased towards the ground in her skills. I have come as a tutor of new students to train her.”
“What if I don't want to join your guild?”
“You already have, Zya. You work in the kitchens. We only allow those with an aspect of focussing already in their nature to enter our guild house, member or otherwise.”
This took Zya by surprise. She had not foreseen this turn of events. “I cannot go with you.”
“But…”
“I cannot go with you right away. I have an errand to run first.”
Obviously not used to being rebuffed, Ralnor stepped forward, only for blades to be raised once more. “Ther
