“I’m from the Crux,” I say and pull my spell necklace out from under my shirt. I regret not wearing my robes, but as nice as they are, they aren’t warm. “I have a message from Grandmaster Arlon for the Lord Chamberlain.” The guard smirks as he looks me over, creating a dimple on his cheek to match the one on his chin. “Give it here, thot. I’ll take it to her.”
