“You found Tomat?” he asked, adjusting his spectacles and leaning down beside her. “Huh. Anything useful?” “Not much,” she said. “Similar notes to other cities.” “Well, we’d probably know if your father died,” Lirin said, straightening to gather some bandages from the counter. “And how is that?” “He’d be haunting me, obviously,” Lirin said. “Living as a shade in the storms, calling for my blood. As I haven’t heard a thing, I must assume the old monster is alive.”
