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“Name?” “Aeshdan, ma’am. Aeshdan son of Glenham, from the lands of Lord Hasham…I mean, from Cadaeren.” The black-haired woman behind the desk didn’t even look up as she entered Aeshdan’s information on the screen in front of her with efficient taps of her manicured nails. “Age?”...

Jonno watched from the shadows next to the mansion’s back door, his nerves taut as a tripwire, as Briyan fiddled with his lock picks and Ricc cracked his meaty knuckles. Jonno inhaled slowly. There was no reason to be nervous. This was just another forced negotiation job. Sure, tonight’s mark...