Chapter Twelve
THE CITADEL, DROSCUS’S home and center of operations, was enormous. It dwarfed Nina’s fortress and climbed more than two hundred meters into the air, a giant edifice of stone and glass.
He’d discovered four avenues of entry into the building without an invitation, but tonight, Stoan walked through the front gate with the rest of the party goers. This mission was reconnaissance only, unless he got very lucky.
Anything the guests had access to would either be unimportant or heavily guarded. More heavily guarded than normal, even. So he doubted that he would have the opportunity to open or steal the trick box. Still, he’d stashed the old box that Ohrmand had given him not far away. It never hurt to be prepared.
More than a hundred guests mingled in the half a dozen rooms op
