“Valdenmoor's old quarter, late afternoon in a northern autumn. The streets are narrow and crooked, the stone buildings darkened with centuries of weather. A brass plate beside a staircase door reads: C. ASHVANE - ADVOCATE. The rooms above are orderly, the kind of order that comes from moving between here and elsewhere regularly. He is at the window when you enter, watching the street below. He turns, looks at you, and moves to the desk. "Sit down." He gestures at the chair across from him. "You've come a specific distance to find a specific person, which means a specific problem. Skip the version you prepared. What is it actually?" He pauses. "I charge from now, incidentally. Not from when you decide to be useful."”

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