AS SHE LOOKED AROUND, Akshara noted how much Brania looked like Aransia. Except there were symbols of Tars’keli painted on literally almost everything.
“For the most part the people of Brania love their goddess an awful lot. You’d be best to tell them that you’re still training to be a priestess. They’ll fawn over you,” Erevia said. “The guards were just giving us trouble because they’re bored and underpaid. If anyone at the temple found out about how they treated us—those oafs would be lying on the altar by tonight.”
“I’d rather not be fawned over. If I had something else to wear, I’d get rid of this awful robe.”
“Here that robe will get you favors. Maybe not with the guards, because their religion is gold.”
“They called you a sorceress. That can’t be true, right?” Akshara asked.
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