Muddy Waters (1)

A grey haired boy stepped out of a dark alley and walked into an inn. He walked up the steps of the building till he stood before a room. Without knocking he opened the door and walked in to men who immediately stood in salute at the sight of him.

“You sure took your time.” A dark haired girl said and she looked up at him with steel almond shaped eyes. Her round face was so small it could be cupped in one palm, but the smile on her face was so wide one could not tell if she was annoyed or pleased.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“I have sent someone to them.” he answered.

“You were always good at controlling the waves. The fontaine name is not lost on you.” she said.

“Why though?” he asked.

“Why what?”

“Why stir such a thing. A lot of people could die if it is true.”

“And another name could be made too.” she answered.

“The boy is dangerous, Li’er.”

“Why do you all call him a boy? He is a man.” she smiled even more pleased.

“He can have us killed.”