HECTOR. Snitches gonna get stitches

The alleyway was dark, dank, quiet and private—after they kicked out the brood of dogs that nested here. They left behind a stench of wet fur, strong enough to overcome the stench of garbage, but I ignored both with the ease of habit.

Gi carefully picked at the wax seal with a small knife, pulling it from the letter without breaking. I watched his movements with rapt attention, trying to learn all I could, but I felt like my movement would never be as steady as Gi's.

The last time I tried this trick, I broke the seal in half. Good thing I trained on a letter I made myself just for that. Now, Gi—Rosha showed him how to break and fix seals on letters only once, and next day he could do that ten times out of ten.

Even after the two months of studying from Yvenna and Bishop and drinking their strengthening water, I was not even close to being as powerful as Gi was.