Caris could hear whispering going on in the stacks of Lord Nemar’s library. He sighs and sets down his brush, frowning in the direction of the voices. The children were either spying on him or planning another prank. Possibly both. “I’m allowed to be in here,” he says. “I’m not so sure small children are supposed to be in that section.”
The section the children were failing to hide in is for older, more fragile books and scrolls. There’s a huffy silence from the whisperers. “We can go anywhere we want, as long as we’re careful,” Jhia Wanan says as he sidles out of the stack, accompanied by Nior Fana and Tsian Akoi.
“So can I,” Caris says dryly. He doubts they were really allowed to go “anywhere.” There were at least two places–the morgue in the basement and the Calamity Archive–where he is reasonably certain the children would not be permitted to go.
“We weren’t doing anything,” Nior Fana says.
(Note: They were totally doing something.)
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