Valerica did not argue against going. She argued against going stupidly, which was the more useful argument, and she had it spread across the table within an hour of Brynn being carried up the mountain.
"Our faces are known," she said. "Not wanted, exactly. There's no warrant. But every Household agent on the western coast has seen a sketch of the five of us who were standing in the Grand Hall when the Emperor walked in. Ashe has horns. Nyx has eyes nobody forgets. I have a family name that opens doors I can't afford to have opened." She tapped the map Brynn had drawn for them in charcoal, a crude curve of coastline with three villages marked along it. "Carrow is a fishing town of six hundred people. We will be the most interesting thing that has happened there in a decade."
"So we don't go in as ourselves," Ashe said.
"So we go in as something nobody looks at twice. Which none of us has ever successfully been."
Vane said, "I have."
