"Because I've worked for the Lark family in the past." Lith replied. "I'm used to moving alone, though, so I've never needed one of these things. Is it supposed to-"
"Yes, it glows." Gelm squeezed Lith's hand to stop him from mentioning the sudden itch he had felt. "It's how we recognize the new guys. The surprised look always gives them out."
"I see." Lith nodded. "Are there any more surprises I should be aware of, Chief?"
"If the gods will it, this is the first and last." The head caravan sighed. "Give me your papers, please."
Lith handed Gelm his documents, and the man frowned as he read them.
"You look more like a throat cutter than a Snow Thrower, but I guess you're a man of many talents."
"You have no idea." Lith's smirk sent a shiver running down Gelm's spine.
"Minor academy?" He asked.
"Do I look like someone who has that much money to waste?" Lith scoffed. "I'm a self-taught, and I'm much better than any of those posers."
