Justen slipped off Rosefoot with an ease borne of long practice and looked at his apprentice.

The scrivener lifted his hand and pointed at his apprentice.

The bushy eyebrows seemed to stand out as the scrivener peered at his apprentice.

"It began before I became involved," Naitachal said, with a sideways glance at his apprentice.

Markmor turned to glance at his apprentice with disgust.

"I live to serve," Hhune said smoothly, but he cast a quick sidelong glare at his young apprentice.

He glanced sideways at his apprentice, who had her hat off and was fanning herself with it.

But when he looked up to shout at his apprentice, the words died in his throat.

The scrivener looked at his apprentice and the copying desk.

The Bard straightened up, glanced at his apprentice, and gave a small shrug.