“I am Ailette, the fortune teller’s assistant.”
“Assistant… I suppose, then, that a diviner is akin to a mage, and this must be something like an apprenticeship.”
“Yes, something like that.”
I hadn’t given it much thought, so I responded vaguely, letting him piece together the details as he pleased.
“I’ve heard that apprenticeships can be quite exploitative. The apprentice is essentially the master’s property…”
“Regent.”
A deep, resonant voice cut in, impossible to ignore. It seemed our Reed had little patience for me exchanging idle pleasantries with Rigares.
“I’ll gladly accept.”
“You’ve made a wise choice. This might sound like slander, but Hadale isn’t known for keeping his promises.”
“And you speak as though you are.”
A faint, mocking laugh slipped from Reed’s lips, so soft that it was likely audible only to me.
Unaware that the man before him was a regressor…