‘There’s a function planned at the Agriont tomorrow evening—’ ‘Function?’ Isern bit at the unfamiliar word. ‘Isn’t that, like, having a shit?’ Shivers rolled the eye he still had. ‘It’s folk drinking and dancing and lying to each other. They pretend it’s for fun but really it’s for whoever’s got the power to show how much power they’ve got.’ Isern slowly narrowed her eyes. ‘So it is having a shit, just on everyone else.’ ‘Mostly on me,’ said Rikke. ‘And I’ll be thanking them for the turds, frothing with praise over their fine colour and consistency, and asking if I couldn’t get a couple more.’
