So naked it was. At least Syrina had Kirin this time, even if they were both out of practice.
The estate was a sprawling five story rectangle with a wide tower jutting from each corner, crafted from enormous white marble blocks. Well secured, but not heavily guarded. The Eyenight festival teemed through the city by the time they got there, but the N’nafal estate was quiet. No parties for Naris, Syrina thought.
A pair of gatemen watched the front door, and two more groups wandered the inside of the walls, but other than that, the house guard seemed light for a man of his status. It made Syrina suspicious, and she said so.
“If he’s got a Kalis on staff, maybe he doesn’t think he needs more than a few guards he’s got to pay,” Kirin said, but her voice was doubtful. “These Tyrsh nobles are
