Still pondering, Aine walked down the block, coat flapping behind him. It was early enough that humans still lingered on the chilly sidewalk, eyes purposefully straight ahead. Good. He liked them that way.

Roger and James, the two guards The Guild had sent with him, waited at the corner.

"Well?" Roger asked peevishly, ignoring the look of horror James shot him.

"Bayard was a font of information." Aine rolled his eyes and relayed what he'd learned. "Since he ...