They would call it security breach, theft of passage, local conspiracy.
They would charge Veyrhold for the inconvenience.
Everything had a price with the Gilded Heron.
Even escape attempts.
"I do not want to hurt Veyrhold," he said.
"I know."
"I mean it."
"I know," Maerin repeated, softer this time. "That is why I am speaking to you here instead of dragging you before the elders and demanding you explain yourself."
Rohan opened his eyes.
"You would do that?"
"If I thought you were selfish enough to run without considering the consequences, yes."
"And you do not?"
"I think you are frightened, impatient, and clever in ways that become dangerous when you feel trapped. I also think you care more than you intended to."
He had no easy answer to that.
Maerin rested one hand on the wall.
