The knock came before the shutters were up.
Riko nearly sent the chalkboard clattering when he jumped. "We're closed until—" He stopped when he saw the runner in the guild's gray vest, sweat-dark hair plastered to his brow, a sealed strip of black wax in his hand.
"For Inigo and Lyra," the runner said, chest heaving. "Guildmaster Thorne requests your presence. First bell."
Lyra slid the bolt, took the summons, and held it up to the light. The wax bore the hammer-and-stag seal, pressed deep. She didn't need to break it to know what it said.
"Platinum summons," she murmured.
Inigo set a hand on the frame and exhaled through his nose. "We knew fame would bring more than lines."
"Lines are easier," Riko said, trying to sound brave and failing adorably.
Inigo clapped his shoulder. "You and Maddy take the morning. We'll be back before the lunch rush—if we can."
