Good question. “He’s usually reliable, which means something happened at the Citadel and it might be too dangerous for us to return.”
“I can scout ahead and see what’s going on,” she offered.
“Let’s wait another day.” Mara had benefited from the down time, and the rest had helped my father. The bruises were fading, and the lines on his face had smoothed. Plus I knew that once we returned to the Citadel, he would immerse himself in research and neglect his health again.
As I dozed on the couch later that afternoon, loud voices woke me. Onora stood at the door with both her knives drawn. I pulled my switchblade and joined her.
“What’s going on?” I asked in a whisper.
“An argument. Could be nothing. Wait here.” She slipped out the door.
I waited about three heartbeats before following her. Onora crept down the stairs, avoiding all the squeaky spots. She frowned at me when I joined her.
The quarrel grew louder as we descended. By the time we reached the second floor, I recognized the voices. Halfway up the steps to the first-floor landing, the innkeeper stood in front of two men, blocking the way. Impressive, considering one muscular man towered over the slight innkeeper and the other man glowered and fingered the hilt of his sword.
“...not allowed upstairs,” the innkeeper insisted.
We had asked him to keep our presence under wraps as much as possible. Of course, the locals saw us arrive, and we had to shop for supplies. But he had promised not to tell strangers and soldiers about us. Fisk’s people would have no trouble slipping by him, but these two should have known better.
“Idiots,” Onora muttered.
“It’s okay, Keyon,” I said. “They’re friends of ours.”
“Friends?” Janco asked, placing a hand on his chest. “You wound me. I consider us family.”
So happy to see them both, I rushed past Keyon. Ari swept me up into a hug.
Janco beamed. “Fisk and I called it. We knew you’d be here. Ari’s such a worrywart.”
Onora sheathed her blades. “And now everyone in a twenty-mile radius knows we’re here.”
Janco held up his hands. “Not my fault. You know how Ari gets when he’s in his protective bull mode. I’m surprised he didn’t just toss this little fella out of the way.”
“Watch it.” Keyon jabbed a finger at Janco. “If you’re going to rent a room, this little fella might charge you double.”
“Sorry, sir,” Janco said. “But you have to admit, compared to my partner here, even I’m considered a little fella.”
The man conceded the point.
“Besides, they can stay with us. Come on up to our rooms,” I said. Ari put me down, and I led them up to the fifth floor.
Mara and Esau stood in the center of the suite with weapons in hand when we entered. They relaxed as soon as they spotted Ari and Janco.
Janco immediately flopped into a chair. “We’ve been traveling all night.”
“What happened? We expected one of the guild members a couple days ago,” I said.
“That was the plan, but things got hot in the Citadel.”
“Hot?” Mara asked.
“Bruns has brought in more soldiers to patrol the streets. He closed all the gates except the east gate and doubled security, checking everyone coming into and leaving the Citadel.”
Not good. “How hard is it to get in?”
“For you, impossible.”
“Even if I wear a disguise?”
“Yes. They’re yanking off hoods, checking for wigs and even have a magician scanning for illusions.”
“But you managed to get in,” I said.
“No. We didn’t even try,” Ari said. He sank onto the couch. Exhaustion lined his face. “Fisk has people along the roads to the Citadel. They recognized us and sent us here to rendezvous with you.”
“Do you know when the extra security measures started?” Onora asked Ari.
“Four days ago.”
“The same day we rescued Mara and Esau,” Onora said.
“Rescued?” Janco asked.
We explained about Cahil tipping us off, the ambush and Valek’s mission to find Leif.
“Valek will find him. No doubt,” Janco said with such confidence, Mara smiled.
It was nice to see her happy. I considered the timing of the security. Bruns’s magicians must have used a super messenger to communicate between the garrison and Citadel.
“Fisk thinks it’s best for all of us to avoid the Citadel right now,” Ari said. “He’s going to let everything settle down and then find an HQ outside the Citadel, but still close enough that we can observe who is coming and going. It might take a few weeks.”
“But—”
“I have a package for you in my saddle bags from Fisk.” Ari inclined his head at Esau. “It’s all the notes from Councilor Bavol Zaltana, plus the location of that farmhouse those glass panels were delivered to.”
Perfect. Fisk knew me so well.
“And Fisk says that Councilor Zaltana owns the farmhouse.”
That was interesting.
Janco jumped to his feet. “And we have news! Humongous news!”
We all waited, but Janco needed more prodding. “And?”