Lies of Light by Philip Athans

Author:Philip Athans
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Epic, Fantasy, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780786956845
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-04-07T04:00:00+00:00

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22Tarsakh, the Yearof the Staff

(1366 DR) Second Quarter, Innarlith

Anyone who understood the difference between beautiful and pretty could see that the girl was the latter. Her round face and big brown eyes were pleasing to the eye, but lacked definition. Her black hair was clean and combed, but she didn't bother doing too much more with it. Her simple white silk shift revealed enough of her body that customers knew what they were getting; not enough to appear crass.

"If there is anything I can get you while you-" she said.

"Nothing, thank you, girl," Marek interrupted, waving her away. "We aren't customers. We've come to see the lady of the house."

He could see the girl thinking, considering her response, sizing him up. She glanced at Salatis, and Marek could tell she recognized him. When her eyes passed Insithryllax and settled back on Marek, the Red Wizard could tell she'd never seen either of them before, and that concerned her.

"You can go, Cassiya," Nyla said. The girl couldn't help herself, she sighed in relief and scurried out. "I know she's not your type, Master Rymiit."

"She may be mine," Salatis cut in with a cheerful leer.

An annoyed grimace passed quickly across Nyla's face, then she smiled and turned to Salatis and said, "I can do better than that for the ransar."

Salatis dipped in a shallow bow and was about to speak when Marek said, "The ransar told me you had something to say to me?"

Nyla sighed and sat in one of the deep-cushioned easy chairs scattered around the tastefully-decorated parlor. A fire roared in a fireplace big enough to stand in, and the air smelled of wood smoke and rose oil. The woman put a hand to her forehead and traced around the edge of her eyepatch with the tip of a finger.

Marek gestured to Salatis to sit, and wondered briefly if the man would ever be used to his position enough to be offended when others sat while he stood.

When they had settled in Marek asked Nyla, "What can we do for you?"

"You know my business," she said, glancing between Marek and Salatis.

The ransar avoided her gaze, but Marek said, "It's an old profession."

Nyla might have wanted to laugh, but didn't. She said, "I have a hand in other things, and I have friends within the city and without."

"Do you require our assistance, Senator?" Salatis asked. "No," she said, and Marek didn't believe her. "But it's occurred to me that I can help you."

"I'm all ears," Salatis replied with that same leer. "This canal," she said.

The three men waited for her to go on, but instead she fingered her missing eye and appeared deep in thought.

"Go on, please," Marek prompted. He brought a spell to mind and cast it with a tap of his toes and a gesture he passed off as scratching an itch. It wasn't the best way, or the easiest way, to cast the spell, but it was worth it not to reveal himself. "Tell us what's on your mind.

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