Time flowed into her new routine and one day bled into the other.
Although there were parties in the guesthouse almost every night, the thugs did not come back. Neither did the woman they had taken.
At the council buildings, Mikandra did not see the tall man again. She heard nothing more about Iztho Andrahar because most of the workers in the library were not locals, and she saw nothing more of her stolen bag.
She went to the account keepers and opened an account—although the employee frowned deeply at her paltry collection of pearls. The thing was, she wanted the money to be safe for when she needed to go to Kedras.
A merchant and a couple of men at the guesthouse paid her to write letters of reference. The ex-soldiers needed to reaffirm their availability to the army and the merchant
