{Brynn}
The plan went out the gate two days later, and Brynn went with it.
Right now, she didn't look like Brynn, though. That was the point. She'd wrapped a plain brown cloak over her muscles, tied her white hair back under a hood, and traded the loud frontier swagger for a bored slouch.
She looked like a hired guard who'd done this run a hundred times. Nobody on the road gave her a second look. She was just another big woman watching over another small caravan of merchants and their crates, and one of those crates was a cold container, sitting right on top where it was easy to see and easy to grab.
Vienna walked up beside her. Vienna was an old friend from the frontier days. You could call her up and say "help me get robbed on purpose" and she'd just ask when and where. She was tall, scarred across one cheek, and right now she was glaring at the crate.
"You're telling me," Vienna said, "that we're hauling a broken box across two districts so somebody can steal it?"
