Rezkin peered through the glass and spied his companions asleep in their beds. With a frown, he noted the knife tucked under the window in the manner he had shown Tam. Tam was not supposed to be in the room, though. Perhaps Wesson picked up the habit, Rezkin thought. It was unlikely since Wesson would probably depend on his wards just as much as the duke. Rezkin disengaged the trap easily and pressed through Wesson’s ward with barely a thought. After closing the window and reapplying the knife trap, Rezkin turned and removed the tattered cloak. A small motion in the darkness caught his
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