“Captain!” Misa burst inside, ignoring how every single person in the bar turned to her. She rushed towards him but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught Rithian staring at her with narrowed eyes. She ducked her head, hoping her face was hidden enough under her cap.
“Mikim?” The captain didn’t hide his surprise. “What’s wrong?”
Misa easily made up a lie. “The purgehouse needs you. It’s urgent.”
Rithian’s smooth, slithery voice sent a shiver down Misa’s spine. “Captain? Who would have guessed you had such a high position? You’re remarkably young to be a captain.”
Misa glanced up quick enough to catch Rithian sliding her hand over Royle’s arm. Magic faded from the witch, her spell already in effect. “Surely the purgehouse can handle itself with its own captain,”
