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2. That time they got roped into a teiago dispute

3. When bad jokes attack

4. On Selora's less-than-stellar cleaning routine

BONUS SHIT TEXTS:

Behind him, Lucanis heard the faintest clearing of a throat. He turned to see their porters looking to him for instructions. "Which room would you prefer?" he asked Emmrich, who looked at him in surprise.

"Which room? Oh, I see! We have our choice, how marvelous!"

He moved to the tall set of double doors on the right and flung them open, revealing a lavish sleeping chamber decorated in shades of blue. He gave an audible gasp of delight, which made Lucanis chuckle.

"Here, let's have a look at the other." Lucanis opened an identical set of doors that led to the chamber on the left. "This one is done in gold," he said. "But rather restrained, at least for Orlais."

Emmrich swept across the room and into the second bedchamber. Lucanis could hear him exclaiming to himself as he opened drawers and parted the curtains to look at the view. After a moment, Lucanis smiled and turned to the porter.

"Put the larger bag in that room," he said, handing the man a couple of coins. "The smaller can go in the blue."

"Oui, monsieur."

By the time Emmrich emerged from his room, a bottle of chilled wine and two glasses had been delivered and were waiting on the low table in the sitting area.

"Feeling refreshed after our arduous journey?" Lucanis said, his tone low and teasing.

"Oh, very much so! I always find it so delightful to splash a bit of water on my face and pass a comb through my hair after I've been traveling."

Lucanis laughed. "I think it took longer to get out of the Grand Cathedral than it took for our carriage to get to the hotel. It cannot be more than an hour since we left Minrathous."

"You're teasing me again," Emmrich said, taking the seat opposite Lucanis. He didn't sound annoyed by it — quite the opposite, in fact. "It was surely enough time to allow a few hairs to get out of place. Ninety minutes, at least."

"At least," Lucanis agreed with a smile. He gestured toward the bottle on the table. "This is a local white wine. It comes highly recommended. Shall we see how we like it?"

He leaned forward to pour them each a glass. "A very nice color," he said, holding it up to the light. "So pale. Almost green."

"Yes, exactly!" Emmrich enthused. "Just a blush of spring green, and such a beautiful note of citrus in the nose."

Smells like. Lemon rind. And horses.

"Not horses precisely, Spite." Emmrich did not bat an eyelash at the interjection; he seemed to enjoy Spite's comments on each new wine even more than Lucanis's. "More like fresh hay, or straw perhaps."

He pulled out the little notebook he'd been using to record all of their tasting notes and scribbled down Spite's observations. Lucanis had asked to look at it while they were still in Antiva and had been amused to see that Emmrich had special annotations for each of the three of them; Emmrich's were unadorned, his own were prefaced with a circle, and Spite's with a triangle.

"It's very good," he said after his first sip. "Light. I don't think this grape grows well further north."

"No, it's a bit of a specialty of the Heartlands region, or so I'm given to understand," Emmrich said, sighing happily at his glass. "I'm terribly excited about what the next couple of weeks will bring. There are so many little family-owned vineyards and smallholdings in the countryside north of the city. I scarcely know how we're going to fit them all in!"

"We cannot possibly visit them all, Emmrich. But we will do our best."

"Yes, I've been strategic in planning our lodgings," Emmrich said. "We'll be moving quite frequently, staying at small châteaux with good central locations. We can treat each one as a home base and strike out in multiple directions on any given day."

"You sound like you are planning an assault on the region instead of a pleasure trip."

"One does develop certain logistical skills, as an academic," Emmrich bristled.

"It was intended as a compliment," Lucanis said with a sly grin.

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She and Rana had crossed the bridge, questioning the soldiers stationed there on either side. The bridge guards were, they had learned, a tightly knit group. Assignment to the bridge was light duty, but required specialized training — necessary to activate the bridge’s defenses or destroy it entirely when called upon — so its defenders tended to stay in that role as long as possible. That had, fortunately, meant they could discern who was on duty during Elgar’nan’s attempt at domination quickly and easily.

Unfortunately, however, none had seen the escaped Venatori, at least as they’d been described. But many people, the guards had pointed out, had fled across the bridge. So that they hadn’t seen those specific people didn’t mean they hadn’t gone that route, only that they’d blended in. The docks by the military district had been similarly unavailing. They’d lost two days tracking those leads down to dead-ends.

Which left Dock Town tomorrow, and Neve had a meeting with Elek — who had refused talking to Rana — marked in her calendar.

The Threads didn’t typically dabble in the slave trade, or bringing people in, but smuggling accused criminals out? That they had some experience with.

Rana leaned her head against the wall with a soft thud for a moment before turning Neve’s way. “Alright. I’m going to get some sleep before tomorrow. You,” she said pointedly, “should too.”

“Are you mothering me?” Neve asked, amused. She stopped writing in order to look up and smirk at her partner.

“Hardly,” Rana snorted. “You’ve barely slept since you’ve been here. Coffee isn’t a substitute for rest, Neve.”