RYN
Leaving the Harts’ house in the middle of what was undoubtedly the most important assignment of his training years was probably against Guild rules. But Ryn had always seen rules as something to be bent and molded to his own particular purposes.
Besides, it was a boring assignment.
Dirt crunched beneath his boots as he strode along the Underground tunnel. It was dimly lit by the occasional glow-bug, and smelled of wet earth and elder-pipe smoke.
“Are we close?” Ryn asked Lena, the tall elf walking beside him. She was most likely the source of the smoke smell; he’d seen her with an elder-pipe on several occasions.
“Yes.”
“And would it perhaps be wise to approach in silence?” He eyed the metallic bangles clinking around Lena’s wrists as she swung her arms at her sides.
“No.” She g
