"Are you being followed by the Militia?" Vicky asked Dashel, watching the police as they came across the park towards the group. She was vaugley cognisant that this was a bad thing. The city was very rich to have so many Milita. She had avoided them for the most part, though once she had been forced to assume her stone form to avoid them.

"Have you not been paying your tithes?" she scolded.