"I need to get these to him," Anthierin said.
Flinn looked at her. At the cloth-wrapped package across her lap. At the town square below them — the bonfire, the kneeling locals, the twenty rogues in formation, Brunks at the center of it all, and Lexel already inside the circle with his hands in his pockets and the smirk on his face.
"Now?" Flinn said.
"Before it starts," Anthierin said.
"It's already started," Flinn said.
"Before the fighting starts," Anthierin said.
Flinn looked at the square. At the twenty armed men surrounding one unarmed man. At the one unarmed man who appeared to find the situation mildly interesting.
"What did he just say to them," Flinn said.
"I don't know," Anthierin said. "But they're laughing, which is either very good or very bad."
"With him it's usually both," Flinn said.
