Najud said, “See if you can convince her to come somewhere within range tomorrow night, and tell me how to meet her. Tell her we’ve got to talk.”
He though of her face, stonily set as she received unambiguous rejection by her own colleagues. After my rejection. He winced internally. We’ll settle this. It’ll be all right.
And those wizards at the bridge, maybe that wasn’t a consensus opinion. Maybe she has friends here.
He bounced up and ran his hands down his Zannib robes.
“And tell me where I can get a set of greens. Munraz, too. We’re visiting wizards, aren’t we? Maybe if we look a little less foreign, I can make some new friends here. We could use some friends. Maybe we can persuade them that two beardless youths like us are harmless.”
