Lyran

Before anyone could poke a curious nose into the street to see what all the noise was about, Lyran vaulted to the top of the wall to his left, and from there to the roof of the building it surrounded.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

The man facing Lyran swallowed hard; now he was sweating even harder.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

Lyran sighed with relief; that was one death, at least, that he would not have to Balance.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

"He is troublesome, yes, Mage-lady, but this one has dealt with a troublesome beast before," Lyran replied seriously.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

"As my hands deal death, so they must also preserve life," Lyran replied.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

"My continued employment by the Guild was dependent on your satisfaction with my performance," Lyran replied.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

Lyran fumbled out the coins, hardly able to believe his luck.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

Even in that short period of time, Lyran had had the presence of mind to tear off the headband that had kept his long hair out of his eyes and tie it tightly about his upper arm, slowing the bleeding.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

Only one of the Councilors, the cadaverous Masterclass Mage Ronethar Gethry, gave Lyran so much as a glance; and from the way Ronethar's eyes flickered from Lyran to Martis and back, the sorceress rather guessed that it was because of the gossip that he noticed her guard at all.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998

Harverth turned the dirty side of his tongue on you 'stead of Lyran, seeing as he wasn't gettin' anywhere baiting the boy.

Fiddler Fair Lackey, Mercedes 1998