Saskia del Norma is a trustee. She doesn't talk about it very much. Doesn't usually wear her avocas at all. As a matter of fact, many people are very surprised to learn she even has one.

Being so low-key about her affiliations is for the best, of course, considering her numerous misgivings about trust society and the actions that she's

decided to take to do something about them. You know this now. Atticus Concord knew it too

and died because of it. Saskia runs the Black Candle Cabaret as a front for escapees, for trustees

who wanted out, those an endless debt to the trust

who knew they had no chance of ever breaking even, those who broke contract and fled.

Those in breach.

Sherman, Saskia says, they're at the cabaret bar. There's very little business. Most of their regular

customers are busy thronging at the mission.

I don't want to put you at risk with the increased trust presence we're about to have.

I think it's time for you to keep moving.

Sherman has been sitting quietly, gaze, unfocused, watching the mob through the windows. He nods,

but just barely. I can't thank you enough, Saskia, he says, for helping us along the way.

That one other bartender, you remember the one, the socially adept one, is coming around

the bar himself, and he sees this exchange, and he knows what it means.

He knows that it applies to him, too.

He nods.

He blinks a lot very rapidly just for a second.

Just something in his eye.

Oh, Emmett.

I'm going to miss you, too.

Saskia says to him, reaching out for his arm.

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