“Who will notice me?”
“The waiters, I hope.”
“Good point.”
“You, Sethra, Kiera, Aliera, Daymar, Mario, Morrolan . . .”
“Hmm?”
“It’s good to have friends.”
“Uh huh. What will you do after that?”
“Get out of town. Alive, if possible.”
“Have a destination in mind? Not that I’m asking what it is.”
“Yes, in general, I guess.”
“Sooner or later, Vlad, you’ll have to settle things with the Jhereg.”
“And the Left Hand.”
“Yes, and the Left Hand.”
“I can’t imagine why not.”
“Heh.”
“I mean it, Vlad. This will have to be settled.”
“Not today. Today I have to meet my son.”
He nodded.
I heard sharp footsteps outside of the door, and recognized them as Cawti’s. Kragar stood up. “I’ll see you in a while, Vlad.”
I tried to speak, but couldn’t, so I nodded.
My hands were shaking.