Chapter Nineteen
Brätan Gok
Outside the shanty-style safe-house in Clouds, morning light flitted through gaps in the mist that gave the city its name. Deep within, the ashut tournament was long over, the eventual outcome indecisive. Lucaät’s eyes flew open as the Agent sat bolt upright and looked toward the door. Seconds later, an alarm was triggered.
“Ashessé,” the Agent said. “Four of them. Brätan Gok’s, I’d imagine.”
“So, I should have listened to you,” Lucaät sighed. “But the game was good, was it not?” He looked around. “This has been a good place. Should bring a decent price to the right people.”
“Clan Gok, maybe?” the Agent quipped.
The inquisitor came into the room. “The seals are sound, my lord. If you meet them in the front room?”
Lucaät nodded. “Have we finished with Duvä
