Everyone introduces me here, Autor thinks, a little annoyed. The shield of anonymity he enjoyed wielding in the past dissolved like gun smoke the minute he set foot on Vane and was taken in by the Ausa family. Now politically-minded women propositioned him on the street based on their recognition of his face, which made his morning run terribly difficult.

At least I have incentive to sprint.

"Nash," Autor says, inclining his head in greeting. "I was wondering when I'd meet Mia's Premier."

With a glance to Lemia, the boy turns abruptly and busies himself with making some approximation of a tea blend Mia might like. Something with berries, maybe?