Michel flipped through the file. Another powder mage. Just great. Two years ago he’d been an informant in central Landfall and had uncovered an assassination plot against the Lady Chancellor involving a Deliv powder mage. The discovery had earned him his Silver Rose, but now it seemed he’d been, what did the theater people call it? Typecast. Michel snorted. At least this time he and the powder mage were on the same side. “I’ve heard incredible things about her.” “She’s an arrogant bitch,” Fidelis Jes said, waving his hand in dismissal. “She thinks of herself as a principled mercenary, as if
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