Nanda was the person to ask about that. The depth of her knowledge alarmed Konrad sometimes: she knew all manner of details about the poisons she sold, as if she had personally tested the unique properties and applications of each one. In truth she merely collected that information from customers, associates and colleagues; she was curious-minded and adept at putting herself in just the right places to pick up plenty of tidbits.
Nonetheless, she could be unnerving.
His thoughts full of muddlesome, puzzling Irinanda, Konrad jumped violently when Nanda’s own voice spoke from the doorway behind him.
‘Here you are,’ she said, rather obviously. ‘Lounging around? How very… privileged of you.’
Konrad leapt out of his chair and spun around to face her. She was wearing a blue cloak with the hoo
