Chapter 3
Both Relas and Leela waited outside the kitchens after the meal. They stood on opposite sides of the broad double doors, arms crossed and looking away from each other, but at least they weren’t yelling. Wyja caught Tazen before he could head out with the other boys, and they all ducked back inside to one of the private dining rooms.
Normally only royalty, important donors, or vital trading partners set foot in these overly lavish spaces. Shiny wooden tables and padded chairs that must be a nightmare to keep clean, along with delicate plates and glasses that wouldn’t last a day around keepers-in-training. But they had a door to close and no snooping youngsters to worry about.
“I think Leela and Relas have a good idea why we’re here,” Wyja said, settling into one of those posh c
