—honor, [ Bastien offers, not over Yseult, but after her, in a whisper, as if to sneak the suggestion (intentional in its irony, a little, but there is honor among some thieves) past her demurral.

And then he is shortly afterwards standing beside Darras in the library and frowning at Velez with perfectly-pitched sympathy mixed with concern, the sort that might be aimed at an overworked someone who claims to have seen a dragon through the window when no one else saw a thing. ]

This was a Circle before we were here, of course. [ Everyone knows that. ] The Veil is very thin—so many died, so horribly. It is very common to see things that are not here. Just last week something pretending to be my grandfather joined me for breakfast.