GAHRYE
Gahrye heaved a sigh of relief when he caught Suhle just leaving the prison tree. The guards were gone, taking a rare afternoon off because Lerrin was gone. She must have taken time to clean things inside before leaving, because she slipped through the door with a huge basket over one arm, overflowing with clothing, cloths, and what appeared to be blankets.
When she saw him her brows rose, but she smiled. "Hello," she said softly, a gentle question in her tone. "Are you looking for me?"
Gahrye nodded. "I know you've had a busy morning already, but I was hoping I might steal you away for some time. There is a… proposition. A matter of work that I would like you to consider. For the crown," he said.
She sighed. "Did Reth send you?"
"Actually, no. Elia."
Suhle blinked, then gave a new, tight smile. "I'm afraid I have to clean all of these things and get them hung to dry."
"Are you going to the river?"
