“Why don't you go back to selling your stones to merchants and tricksters, Sparan? It seemed that you always had a much greater aptitude for the less respectful side of guild life.”
“You had better count your days, old man, for you will not last much longer as head of this guild,” Sparan nodded in her direction, “and your little puppet even less.” The stranger stormed past them, leaving only a group of stunned people in his wake. Nobody had ever spoken like that to the head of an order.
“Why did he speak so?” Zya asked Joen.
“He has a great deal of distrust and resentment, but at heart he was once a good man.” Joen obviously spoke from the perspective of one that was honouring a past memory. “You are right in thinking that perhaps I should have banned him a long time ago, but we all mak
