Catt and Segna emerged from the main door of the Executioner's Guild Hall. They were both wearing masks, which Segna had consented to when they had gotten up to the armory again.

They had no idea whether Crocken was pursuing them or not.

They had gotten strange looks from a few executioners in the halls, but nobody had stopped them, and now here they were, outside, and seemingly safe for the moment.

The streets were muddy. It looked as if a strong downpour had slurried up all the dry du...