Joji and Nike stepped out of the room with other matters waiting on them.
First, the witch had no real savings to speak of.
True, she possessed a hoard of rare items, but that was not the same as coin in hand.
Joji had gone on at length about how much it would cost to raise even one child, and by the end of it, she had lowered her head in shame beneath the force of his scolding.
She had wanted hundreds, perhaps even thousands.
Now, she was forced to reckon with what that truly meant.
Even so, with her skills, she hoped she might at least find work under Duchess Rosalind.
Surely a woman like that would have some post fit for her.
Second, Joji wanted to check on Rizz and Walter. By now, they ought to have made some progress.
When he reached the training grounds, he stopped short.
The cavalier knights stood in a tight formation, shields and bodies set as though they were bracing for their greatest enemy.
