Unfortunately, if Nerina and Azaces had been forced to flee, something had gone wrong. The room, as it happened, that her target had rented for his enjoyment. A large wardrobe stood against the wall, and it concealed a secret door into the next room. The room possessed one unusual feature, installed by the brothel’s owner to deal with troublesome patrons.
It would have been impressive had Caina not seen the opulence of the Padishah’s Golden Palace and Grand Master Callatas’s palace, and the scent of incense could not quite drown out the odor of sweat and other things. The room was richly furnished with crimson curtains hanging from the walls, a thick carpet, and a large bed. The disguise made her look exactly like the sort of merchant who would frequent the Crimson Veil, the most exclusive brothel of Istarinmul’s Old Quarter.
A scimitar and sheathed dagger rested at her belt, and she had throwing knives hidden up her sleeves and daggers in her boots. She had started growing out her hair, but since her turban concealed it entirely, it didn’t matter. Today she was dressed as a Cyrican merchant of middling prosperity, clad in a bright robe of blue and red, a fake beard and makeup adding fifteen years to her age. She cursed and pushed away from the window, her boots sinking into the room’s lush carpet.
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So Caina was not entirely surprised to see Nerina Strake sprinting past the brothel at full speed, her bodyguard Azaces running after in grim silence.Ĭaina was not surprised…but that made her no less alarmed. At any moment disaster could fall upon her, and she had to be ready to improvise. She was the Ghost circlemaster of Istarinmul, the leader of the Emperor’s spies in the city, and she played a deadly game with millions of lives at stake. It was simply the nature of her business. No matter how carefully she planned, no matter how thoroughly she prepared, something always went wrong.
Caina Amalas expected something to go wrong.
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