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When they return triumphant from Kantaria there is a summons waiting for Alfirin; Lord Entat wants to conduct an interview about the alleged spy in the camp.
Lord Entat is a squat, grouchy old man who says “ah, you’re a girl,” with apparent dissatisfaction when Alfirin enters. He shows her Iomedae’s sketch of the man. “Does this look right to you?”
"I could have a dominate person prepared in fifteen minutes, sir. If that's authorized and legal."
“By all means, go right ahead. Did you hear that, son? Fifteen minutes, to say anything you want credit for, because after that I can’t say you were even slightly cooperative.”
“How is it ensured, sir, that she’ll make me tell you the truth and not something else?”
Alfirin steps out to prepare her spell, which will not take nearly that long, and to go find Iomedae outside the building.
Iomedae is right outside, fretting. One cannot have an army where everyone insists on personally approving of all decisionmaking in it, and yet, she doesn’t like Entat much.
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