<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi’s jaw tightened a little, thinking of his sister and Illian’s interactions. But he didn’t feel like vocalizing that thought at the moment, returning to eating with another quick squeeze of his sister’s hand.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “I’m guessing when you say information… things like the location of a certain politician’s bastard child, or who has been paying off whom, or how much some company is really worth…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> He extrapolated, curious if there was more to it than just trade secrets and early access to valuable news.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"><br/>
Ayla grinned, finishing off a bite of her food. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Or how many of the judges a mage pledging for her fifth circle slept with before hand…”</span>