Chapter eight
In RuathytuThe first person I bumped into in Ruathytu was Nath Tolfeyr, a Bladesman of exceptional skill, a roisterer and idler, habitué of all the riskiest spots in the Sacred Quarter, and the man who had inducted me into the evil and diabolical cult of Lem the Silver Leem.
He was not wearing a brown sash with silver threads; he was not wearing a single item of brown at all, except his own tanned skin. A silver buckle glittered in the afternoon lights of the suns. He looked at me, all his youthful indolence of manner returning, his long arms and legs most graceful as he strolled across toward the mirvol perching tower in fashionable Screetztyg Kyro. Being a Bladesman and a man of fashion, Nath Tolfeyr would not care to be seen to bustle, even to greet an old drinking frien
