"The biggest danger in a library is paper cuts."
- Sterling Emberfell, approximately thirty minutes ago.
It started at the gate of the restricted section. The librarian took one look at Guinevere and decided she didn't belong in front of Sterling. Mistake.
"The restricted section requires authorization, My Lady."
"She has it," Sterling clipped. "She's Drakencrest. Open the gate."
The librarian's eyes moved from Guinevere to Sterling and the recognition was instant. "Oh, of course, High Marshal. My apologies."
Sterling didn't correct him. His title had been stripped twelve hours ago, but correcting a librarian wasn't going to fix that.
The gate opened. In the time it took Sterling to close it behind them, she had scaled a rolling ladder, grabbed a leather-bound volume, and was already back on the ground.
He ran a hand down his face.
She blurred up another on a different shelf. Down. Second book secured.
