The town called Sopron had, apparently, hired us to deal with outlaws. By the time I learned that much I didn’t care anymore.
I was interested enough, though, to ask questions of the Ashadin who’d been here before: who ruled the town, and what was their attitude toward scry-seekers? That’s what my people call sorcerers; at least, that’s what we tell outsiders. It sounds both more mysterious and less frightening. They can’t tell which of us are and which aren’t, either, which comes in handy.
We had one with us,though Laszlo didn’t know it. She knew why I was asking straight away.
Tags: postcard stories, Ten Kingdoms, The Company
