Atop the highest balcony, two friends of disparate physical ages - and vastly different spiritual ones - looked out upon the Astral Exclave like they used to some evenings before the spire was complete. The Goltbred had always liked sitting on the highest place to relax and take stock of things. Especially when that high place was changing daily in the middle of a construction zone.
While a young woman in her past life, a lot of her happiest moments were tricking the eyes of watchers in citadels as she sat along their walls. When her Illusions were still weak and required constant vigilance which led to more than a few chases, by all sorts of Guilds, who thought she was either thief or assassin.
'It was true I occasionally borrowed texts without asking - and returned them without notice. By the strictest definition I am quite the prolific phantom thief of knowledge hoarded by others. Though I'd like to think'
