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Mesaana watches with cool eyes as Lanfear turned to Rahvin. The woman's work could turn out very nicely, and at the present moment, Lanfear was continuing to be easy to predict. Mesaana looked away as she brought the cup of wine again to her lips, her eyes scanning the room, passing quickly over Friends of the Dark and stopping briefly at the flash of red hair before reaching the guest she'd be interested in speaking to.

She passed the empty cup to a blank-eyed girl and headed toward the tall woman.