Kael
Liora ordered the last filled bun before I reached the counter.
I looked at the empty tray.
"A victory tax?"
"You were reading the board."
"I wanted to know what was in it."
"So did I. I asked."
The woman behind the counter lifted a covered basket.
"Another batch in a little while."
Liora took her bun and stepped aside. I bought bread with eggs and followed her to a table near the open side of the eating hall.
My injured arm fit more comfortably there. I didn't need to announce that as the reason for choosing it.
Liora put her sword against the wall where nobody would trip over it, then took the seat opposite me.
I had brought the practice result because Veylan wanted me to keep the correction notes with the next training sheet. Three points to one looked no more flattering beside breakfast food.
Liora glanced at it.
"Are you going to eat or appeal?"
"I was considering an accusation of excessive preparation."
"Put that down."
I put it down.
