Zya shook her head, looking around her as they crossed the invisible boundary between the rest of the city and the guild quarter. They passed the great grey monolith of the stonemasons guild, which now stood in a state of disrepair as less and less stone was needed from this side of the river. Many members had taken up alternative careers, or just left the city altogether. Over the road, the building that had once belonged to the woodcutters guild was now being taken over by a band of men in red tunics, what guild they were Zya could not even hope to guess. “I will probably just wear my order colours.”
“Oh no, we shall get you a fine ball gown Zya, with ribbons and satin to offset your beautiful dark hair!” Dressing and ostentation seemed to be Bethen's favourite past time, and as they st
