Bitterroot knew the Crystal Empire well, and once she and Amanita had stepped over its boundaries, it didn’t take them long to find the nearest guard station, although carrying Circe meant they attracted quite a few stares. Bitterroot shoved the door open and walked up to the front desk, Circe over her back. “I’d like to claim a bounty,” she said to the bored clerk. “Circe. She’s a necromancer and a lich.”