I think—fuck.” Bellamy staggers as Rakos drags him between a wagon and a wall. Before they round the corner, he catches a glimpse of a thin man with pale blue hair. “What’s wrong?” Bellamy asks. “Nothing.” Rakos loosens his grip on Bellamy’s shoulder. “Okay, fine, stop glaring. Did you see the guy with blue hair? I cheated him at cards the other day. Stay away from him.” Bellamy stares. “We’ve barely been in Orthin a week. How have you made so many enemies?” “Talent.”
