"You look surprised, Diarmuid," Ignatious said as he watched the Inquisitor's eyes tracking the fast-moving conversation rolling up and down the table. "Is it disorienting, being on this side of conversations about the conflict between our peoples?"
The information that Marcel had been able to gather about Inquisitor Diarmuid had been fairly limited. It was well known that he'd come from the Holy City, and very few of his actions since arriving in Lothian March had escaped the Black Merchant's notice, but there was a limit to how much Nyrielle's spymaster could learn about a man who had spent most of his life so far away.
