The roof was loosely lined on all sides by the still, floating forms of twelve more quietmen, three on each side. These had to be new arrivals, Kos realized, as their robes were all pristine white. No traces of blood. “What are they waiting for?” Borca asked, a sentiment echoed by Fonn in a whisper. “I do not know,” Pivlic said, “but let us not find out any sooner than necessary.”
