“Like I’ve told the other women, if I let you in, you’ll have to live and work around men in what might be embarrassing situations.” “I’m used to it, sir,” she said. “I have papers.” Papers? He hesitated, then glanced at his scribe. “One who has filled out the forms,” Challa the scribe whispered, “to live as a man.” Ah. He’d heard of that. Well, the Azish did things their own way, didn’t they? “Good to have you, Sarkuin,” Adolin said to the man, and moved on.
