“Take out your pen and proper paper, Wylan. Let’s put Helvar to work.” Wylan reached into the satchel at his feet and pulled out a slender roll of butcher’s paper followed by a metal case that held an expensive-looking pen and ink set. “How nice,” Jesper noted. “A nib for every occasion.” “Start talking,” Kaz said to the Fjerdan. “It’s time to pay the rent.” Matthias directed his furious gaze at Kaz. Definitely a mighty glower. It was almost fun to watch him pit it against Kaz’s sharklike stare.
