Driscin waved his hand dismissively. “We’ll get to that later,” he said. “Suffice it to say, we know who you are, Davian.” Davian leaned forward. “And who is ‘we’?” He focused on the strange man. He’d know if they lied to him, at least, even if they tried to mask it. “The sig’nari. You might know of us as the Prefects,” replied Driscin. “We serve the Augurs, are their eyes and ears, carry out their wishes. And search out new Augurs, when they appear.”
