Syrina was forced to agree, even if she didn’t risk muttering it aloud. She shrugged. “I guess if you want to call us that. All sorts of stuff up here for people willing to look for it. So they say.” She hesitated. “The Astrologers commissioned us, same as you.”
The woman barked a laugh and the others chuckled to themselves. Syrina’s heart sank. “The Astrologers don’t outsource, girl.”
“Not usually,” Syrina agreed. “They made an exception for me.”
“Don’t see why they’d do a thing like that.” The woman wasn’t smiling anymore, and at her change in tone the others fell silent. Syrina felt them tense.
She’s the leader.
“Tell me,” the woman went on. “Why you’re here, really. Nobody’s up here who isn’t getting paid by someone else. Not unless they’re real stupid, and you don’t look stupid.”
