“Why should I join the Guild, anyway? So that I can drink wine, and wear fine robes, and fatten the pockets of the Crown and its ministers like you do?” To get rich and powerful and help Mash find his daughter, you idiot. “What?” Melea furrowed her brow. “Is that what you think the Guild does?” “Everyone knows it’s true. That the Guild just collects anyone with enough magic to be any kind of threat, and instead makes them useful to the Crown. Makes them servants—rich, important, comfortable—but servants all the same.”
