Sigrud makes a face like a child who has just been given onerous chores. He walks to the man with the knife in his neck, pulls it out, and stalks out of the room. Vohannes stares around his ruined ballroom. “This?” he says. “This is what your man does best?” Shara approaches the masked man struggling to lift the chandelier and begins to disarm him. “We all have our talents.”
