[SERA — POV]
She went in through the back entrance, which was the appropriate entrance for a visit she wasn't supposed to be making. The repair shop's back corridor smelled of wood and linseed oil and the kind of dedicated craft that accumulates its own smell over decades. She found the stairs and went up.
He was at the table when she came in, three documents spread in front of him, a focused quality in his posture that resolved itself when she entered into something slightly different.
She noted the slight difference. She noted that she'd noticed. She moved past it.
"Riven was here," he said.
"Your second." She sat across from him. "How did he find you?"
"He's better at tracking than I credit him for." A pause. "He told me something that may change the shape of this." He looked at h
