"So we are robbing the dead now," The Old Duke began as soon as he stomped into the antechamber, shoulders trembling with righteous indignation. "Have you no shame, Nox De Nier!"
The scorn in his voice few through one ear and out the other as Altair lowered his pen. He glanced up at the glaring Old Man. "Are they still attacking me outside?"
"Of course they are!" The Old Duke announced. "They think you are someone named—"
Altair raised a palm. "I know. Well, there isn't much I can do about it. Here is my question to you. Has the city Watch taken action, or are they still watching?"
At that, the Old Duke was silent for a second. Altair had always wondered where they were. Vastroph was the holy land of their king. For it not to be protected was not just an affront to his name but an insult to his nobleman and people.
"Don't do anything," Altair instructed.
