‘Same reason you do,’ said Tasha promptly.
‘What.’
‘You pretend to be Konrad Savast, society gent, but you’re also Konrad the wanderer, with that hut in the Bones and a penchant for poisons.’
‘Maybe one of those is the real me,’ Konrad protested, injured.
‘Maybe one is the real Ivorak, too, or Hakir. Either way, by adopting two personas he has access to lots of different kinds of people. “Mr. Vakatim” couldn’t walk among the street people and expect to be taken seriously, and neither could shabby Ivorak walk into the best houses in the city without being thrown straight out again.’
Hmm. ‘I do it because, when I am searching for something — or someone — I can access all levels of society at need.’
‘Exactly.’
‘So what is he looking for?’ Konrad asked the question rhetorically, not exp
