Nathan knocked on the door. "Now, be polite," he said quietly. "I'm only trying this because I'm owed a favor. The Seamtresses don't like company during their off-hours."
Lamorac looked up at the sky. "Hey, you don't have to tell a Knife-Grinder about the honor of Seamtresses. Respecting it is a matter of pride among us."
"Like following procedure for disciplining members?" asked Sacripant.
"Yes!" snapped Lamorac. "Damn it that is what has me so angry about all of this! There are rules! There are things that must be done! Or we wind up killing members in back alleys on a whim! And when that happens--well, why bother being a Knife-Grinder at all? You might as well be a random hoodlum. The fees are less, after all."
The Erl glanced at Camber. "How long did you have to deal...?" he began.
"Too long," said the one-legged man. "Even if I agree with him now..."
Lamorac nodded. "Yes, we need to have a formal meeting about the Grand Master. I don't care if this was a Council-mandated mission, lines have been crossed! Dangerous lines!"
A bleary-eyed woman opened the door. "Listen," she said, "I don't care how horny you are, we are closed now, so that means you can go..." She blinked. "Nathan?"
"Hello, Lily," said the Lamplighter. He gave an awkward cough. "That favor I thought I was never going to have to call? Calling it now?" He gestured to the men behind him. "We need shelter."
"Hmmm, I might be able to swing this," muttered Lily, "but I'll need assurances you'll all be on your best behavior. Especially the Erl."
"Happily engaged," said Sacripant.
"We're both Knife-Grinders," said Lamorac, taking Camber by the arm.
"Well, we were," muttered Camber, pulling away.
"We still are!" said Lamorac grandly. "It's the Guild that's gone off."
Lily glanced at Nathan. "There's an interesting story behind all this, isn't there?"
"You could say that," he replied, looking away.