JUST WHEN I WAS GETTING SOMEWHERE
Sly moved around the banquet halls bored out of his mind. He already had his talk with Hunter Windstorme. Nothing out of the usual ‘we can make this city a better place,’ that elated Emily more than he could understand.
This wasn’t a space he fit in particularly well. He would rather gather together with warriors and talk strategies than huddle up and gorge about the economics of the land.
Most of them, he was sure, were people that created problems just so they could solve and eventually enrichen themselves. It was a game he would get angry if he played…and so he avoided it…for the sake of Emily.
As he moved, he caught sight of Katherine fending off an old man that seemed to be insistent on talking to her in whispers.
“Katherine, dear…come over,” he
