“You’ll have to fly on one if you want to come visit,” Salo tells her. “Hmm. We shall see.” He hesitates. “And . . . when you decide you’re tired of clan politics, there’s a place for you on the council, should you want it.” “That’s . . . an offer I may actually accept,” she says after taking a moment to think about it. “Being clan mystic has its perks, but I’m a scholar at heart. Research is my calling, not the minutiae of running a clan. I still need to train a few more apprentices, but soon there’ll be enough suitable candidates to replace me. Then maybe I’ll come to your city.”
