CHAPTER 34
The bustle at the entrance of the command tent attracted Zandaril’s attention. It resolved itself into Penrys, escorted in with two guards in front and behind. They dropped the flap shut behind her.
She washed up. Smart.
Her expression was masked, but he could feel the anger radiating off of her, stiffening her shoulders.
She slid her eyes sideways as she passed the table with all their belongings, and paused, taking a moment to rhetorically pull her empty jerkin and breeches pockets inside out before the gaze of everyone there, and leave the pocket linings dangling in contempt.
When she raised an inquiring eyebrow at Zandaril, he snorted. Then he stood up and got her another chair, inviting her to sit.
Chang stayed silent throughout this pantomime, his fingers steepled in
