THE STATUE OF FARI that stood in the central room had flowers hung from it now. It seemed the Army of the God Slayers liked what Fari and Sarkasi had done to Aransia. Around twenty men and women gathered around the statue and were engaged in lively discussions.
Weapons leaned against almost every wall of the room. Danasu took Fari into one of the old ritual rooms that used to have depictions of Tars’keli on the walls. Now those had been covered up. Even though Akshara disliked the army the last time she was here, seeing the way they had redecorated the place made her feel warm inside.
“Let me get Carimo,” Danasu said. “Can I bring you anything?”
“Wine would be perfect,” Akshara replied.
Danasu had looked upset to see her at first, but now she was smiling and being friendly. Akshara kne
