Iron Orphan came back into the inn’s common room where Pienna was talking quietly with the ambassador and the mayor. He waited until Pienna noticed him and gestured him to come over.
The lawforged, as he considered himself, walked with a magically enhanced strength, grace, and purpose. Pienna had pumped him so full of magical enhancements that he feared she did not leave enough for herself. She had promised him that she had enough power left to do what was necessary.
“Delegado is gone,” he reported. “I ran down the road but did not see him, I went perhaps a quarter-mile. He is not coming back.”
She nodded. “A shame, but something Drorin said has unsettled him. We could have used him.”
“We can fight a fire without a Tharashk agent,” the mayor said. “I have three bucket brigades standing by, and every Warden of the Wood is ready to douse the slightest spark they see. Whatever fire Drorin thinks is coming, we will stop it.”
“I hope,” she said.
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