The first to enter was the ranger in his color-shifting cloak. “Brandyn wasn’t kidding. You took the job.” Ben joked as he stepped in and leaned against the wall.
“Well, of course, he wasn’t,” the archer said as he placed his longbow against the same wall and examined the office. “Looks like you’re all set.”
“As well as I can be, Methak,” Balgair replied as she watched the next two people enter the office.
“Hey, Captain, are you sure you want an old thief-taker to work here?” Farank inquired as he moved further into the office and sat on the couch.
“I can’t think of anyone better to work here than you,” Balgair replied. “and it’s Reeve, not Captain, at least not in public.”
“Congratulations, Maighstir,” the redheaded enchantress said as she walked in behind the thief-taker. She knelt at her maighstir’s feet, her green eyes examining Delilah’s uniform. “If I work here, can I get a uniform like that?”
“You can,” Balgair nodded. “In fact, I suggest that you do.”
He looked around …
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