Hundreds of novices filed out of the refectory.
They walked with their heads down and headed straight toward their theology classes.
The daily inspections instituted by Father Marius had the entire academy sweating bullets.
Raziel stood in the shadow of the eastern cloister and watched the crowd.
He waited for a specific target to appear.
He found him sitting alone on a stone bench near the perimeter wall.
Gideon wore his gray novice uniform, but the clothes hung loose on his frame.
Gideon kept his head down and stared at his own empty hands.
He just sat there and let the rest of the academy pass him by.
Raziel left the shadow of the cloister and walked across the dirt courtyard.
He needed to know if Gideon's silence during the heist was born of trust or just pure apathy.
An apathetic witness could still talk to the Inquisition if the price was right.
Raziel had to secure this loose end before Mordecai arrived.
He stopped right in front of the stone bench.
