“Wow,” Rysn said. “He brought a lot of servants.” “Servants?” Vstim said. “The fellows in brown.” Her babsk smiled. “Those are his guards, child.” “What? They look so dull.” “Shin are a curious folk,” he said. “Here, warriors are the lowliest of men—kind of like slaves. Men trade and sell them between houses by way of little stones that signify ownership, and any man who picks up a weapon must join them and be treated the same. The fellow in the fancy robe? He’s a farmer.”
