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drops, shone. "I hope so," he said. "We are looking for Aejys Rowan. I was told we
could find her here." As he spoke, his eyes ran with longing toward the stairs leading
to the apartments above as if searching for a glimpse of someone very precious.

"Aejys can't be disturbed right now." Becca idly hugged her tray while tallying his
physical attributes more closely. The knuckles of her left hand almost touched her
chin. "Take a table and I'll let her know you're here as soon as can be."

The half-breed's brow furrowed, his mouth drew together in a worried way. "It is
urgent we speak to her without delay," he said with soft insistence.

"No." Becca scowled in irritation, slid the tray onto a nearby table, and assumed a
spread legged stance, arms folded. These days, it seemed to her, everyone wanted
to see Aejys and wanted to see her now. An unspoken part of her job was keeping
them away or at least delayed when more important things were occurring. "There's
a deputation from the city syndics up there negotiating to make Aejys lord-mayor.
Nothing interrupts this. You hear me? Nothing. Give me any trouble and I'll have
Grymlyken put you all out."

"We hear you," said the older woman stepping protectively in front of the
half-breed. "Now. You. Hear. Us." Her quiet voice was like a sword sheathed in
velvet. "This is a matter of life and death. You will tell Aejys we are here.
Immediately."

Becca stared at her a moment, wincing away from the intensity of the Sharani's
stare. Her stomach tightened, she recognized the urgency and knew they had come a
very long way, months of travel, to get here from Shaurone; yet in spite of that
Becca deeply resented being pushed around by anyone, especially now that she
finally had some power to back up her resistance. In the few seconds of indecision,
her resentments poured lava-like up from her stomach into her throat, overwhelming
her reason and intuition.

"Grymlyken!" Becca shouted. Her bouncers, a baker's dozen pixies cast aside their
invisibility, appearing seemingly out of the air around Becca with hands resting on
the hilts of their tiny swords. Their determined swarming tactics could be worse than
getting hit with a hornet's nest while their dense physical structure made them nearly
unsquashable.

Cassana Odaren glanced at the pixies from the corner of her eyes without
acknowledging them, but her tone grew grim as her voice went softer and lower.
"Tell Aejystrys Mohandon brye Rowan that Cassana brye Odaren and Brendorn arn
Rowan, are here to see her. And do it now before I decide to pull this place down
around your ears!"

Uncertainty entered Becca's face. She had never heard Aejys' formal Sharani name
before. It lent a weight and seriousness to the matter. Furthermore she suspected the
woman could more than make good on her threat. But the most doubt-stirring thing
was Cassana's name. It matched the scars on her hands. Becca remembered the
stories now. Although Vorgensburg had been only on the furthermost periphery of
the Great War, if this was indeed Cassana Odaren, then Becca knew that she was