“This is the best way to get the information, the personal intelligence, that we require,” Jerrett said, “and quickly. We need to infiltrate the guard in Chiran.”
“Yes,” Marshall agreed. “And Adli’s documents name me as Cark’s newly appointment right-hand man, so that should help.”
“What of you, Jerrett?” Joseph asked him.
“We’ll see where they position me,” the Oathtaker said. “I’ve infiltrated Chiranian ranks in the past. I can do it again.”
“Well then, there are a number of guards stationed in Darth who run messages from place to place. If you could get yourself assigned to those ranks, you might be able to read things before delivering them elsewhere. You may learn something that way.” Once again, Joseph scanned Jerrett’s tattoos. “You’ll fit in well there.”
The Oathtaker grinned as he glanced at his forearms. “Yes, they serve a useful purpose now and again. But I wonder if there’s anything I can do to help increase my chances of becoming a messenger.”
Joseph’s brow rose. “Can you read?”
Jerrett pulled back. “Yes, of course.”
“Don’t let them know that.”
“Well, I guess that’s it,” the innkeeper said. “If you two still insist on going, then go with the Good One’s blessings.”
“We’re all packed,” Marshall said. “Are you ready for this?” he asked Jerrett.
“If you are.”
“I am. Someone’s got to keep you out of trouble.”
“No time like the present then, I guess,” Jerrett said, chuckling, as he made his way to the door.
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