Chapter 11: My Talent For Distraction Is Unrecognized

Dara watched us go from her crate. I felt her eyes on my back for the first twenty meters and then heard, behind me, the sound of her setting down her bowl and standing up.

I did not turn around and kept walking, and was not too surprised when she fell into step on my left side, her staff across her back, with her satchel already organized for the day’s work.

She said nothing. I said nothing. Bari, to my right, also said nothing, which for Bari was a significant investment of effort.

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