That surprise in the healer’s eyes turned wary. But she again gazed at him. She knew who he was. The look conveyed it—the analysis. She knew he’d once held that title, and now was something else. So the name, the age … the questions were bullshit. Or some bureaucratic nonsense. He doubted it was the latter. A woman from Fenharrow, meeting with two members from Adarlan’s court … It didn’t take much to read her. What she saw. Where that mark on her throat might have come from. “If you don’t want to be here,” Chaol said roughly, “then send someone else.”
