Lonura turned, to see a very sweet-looking young woman who couldn't have looked more out of place if she'd tried--bright red hair was rare enough in the desert, and she was the fairest person Lonura had ever seen, in all her visits to Feredar.

She smiled. "You're in one of the reception rooms in the Citadel in the City of Glass," she said. "I take it you were planning to be somewhere else?"