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"Never to see the light of the living day again, eh?" she replied

"It appears you know the law," he murmured, bemused "I would like to believe you are who you say, but we must make sure Before we do that, will you identify this roup, shoved a figure forward, guns pointed at their captive

"Cade?" Karigan said in astonishazed in her direction, looking dazed Blood trickled froht?"

"Apparently better than you"

"They juazed harshly at her "Why does he call you by another naan replied "To keep me hidden from the empire"

Joff nodded, accepting her explanation "Who is this Cade to you?"

"He is Cade Harlowe, a student of archeology who studies under the man who shelters me" She would tell no more until she was very sure of these Weapons It was one thing to give herself away, but Cade and his connection to the opposition? Not yet

"He will not be permitted to leave," Joff said

Then there was that, the law of the tombs The Weapons had their own interests to protect She would deal with Cade later Now she had to knohy she’d received aher to coht hour

"We need to have Chelsa come out now," said the female Weapon "Chelsa can tell us if this person is who she claireed," said Joff "Dash?"

One of the Weapons strode past Karigan to the rock wall With the light of the lanterns, she couldand the round, iron door elyph of Westrion barely visible It was as she reht of Prince Ah to adlyph and pulled the door open a crack It did not creak or groan, nor did it look difficult to an remembered She noticed, as he spoke to someone beyond the door, that Dash wore a sword sheathed on one hip and a gun on the other A quick glanced revealed that Joff and the others were likewise ars had stayed the same

Dash paused in his conversation and opened the door just wide enough to allow a san could see nothing beyond the door before Dash securely closed it, but she reranite walls that led to the avenues of the dead

The woman clutched what looked like a portfolio to her chest She walked boldly up to Karigan The light revealed a young face beneath the hood, younger than Karigan, but estie of a caretaker was difficult for they lived out their lives underground, and their faces reray cloak the wo her as a caretaker, as the black unifornated Weapons

Cloudy pounced off his perch on the log to rub against the caretaker’s leg and purr loudly