Zavros could see the convoy approach. The soldiers--the mercenaries and bandits who passed for soldiers around here, at least--weren't terribly unusual company for a tax collector, even if they were seldom a welcome sight when they'd had too much to drink and started demanding entertainment. But the richly dressed, black-haired woman riding beside the Guilder was something else--though the signs of her elemental heritage weren't very strong, she was a Dragon-Blooded, one of the children of the Good Kings. Whatever she was here for, it couldn't be good.<br/><br/>"My name is Ganaki." said the Guilder, a robust middle-aged woman in austere grey robes. "This is the tribute you lawfully owe in payment of your debt? Men, check it! You realise if this is lacking, we will repossess your home and estate, of course."<br/><br/>"I am Suura. And of course he realises. He knows the rules, don't you?" said the Dragon-Blooded woman, glancing up the valley to look for something. She was smirking, as if privy to a joke that Zavros didn't know of. "All of this land is the property of my parents, you are merely allowed to remain here while you have worth to them. Isn't that generous?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suura</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/yAbPv97m.jpg)</div></div>