He, too, affixed Akstyr with a frosty glare and worked a toothpick back and forth with his tongue. Amaranthe crossed the room and stopped in front of the man. “Greetings.” She decided not to mention her name. “Are you the leader? Tuskar? I have a job proposition for you.” Tuskar’s eyes never left Akstyr. “How’d you escape from the pillory, boy? ‘Round here, magic’s forbidden, death penalty.” “I wasn’t doing no magic,” Akstyr growled. “Though it was real nice of you to turn me in without even asking about it.” “You gotta fit in to be one of us. You never did. Always having airs,
