Fourteen
We talk for a long time. Uri asks Ryn if he needs to be somewhere else, but Ryn clearly isn’t interested in going anywhere. In fact, it seems like he plans to run through every person I’ve ever known and every incident that’s ever happened to me. Do you remember Raven? Do you remember Flint? Do you remember Nate? Do you remember Amon?
Most of my answers are ‘no,’ as I knew they would be. No, no, no, and … “Amon? I can picture a guy called Amon surrounded by loads of books. Is that right?”
With a nod, Ryn says, “Yeah. He was the head librarian at our Guild. We haven’t seen him since The Destruction.”
And so it continues. Until Ryn has exhausted his supply of questions, and I’m starting to feel the need to scream. Uri sits quietly on his stool, tapping his chin with a skinny fin
