A huge impish grin spread across Amanda's face. "Randale will freak out if he sees me like this. Let's go."
As it turns out, Randale did freak out. His face turned several interesting shades of red as he sputtered and stammered, staring at the street urchin that was his sister. Served him right, Amanda thought with a smirk, as she deliberately got the dusty seat of her trousers on some of his nicer blank parchments. His small stuffy study was even more cluttered than usual. New piles of books loomed precariously near the wall. The two tables were buried underneath a sea of papers and scrolls. Heatless candles flickered everywhere, never shedding wax, never endangering the precious materials.
Kalem was there and he lifted his head while the prince sputtered, face lighting up at the sight of Cady. "Ah, Cadence. I was just about to send for you."
"I think you already sent for her," Amanda said, feeling helpful.
The mage blinked. "Ah, right. Excellent. We think we hit on something new, as far as finding your friend. Are you well? You look well. Is something different about your hair? That was my point, you know, that finding the demonlord was going to be near impossible. That's what I told Derek when he pestered me, but he said that he was going to try any way, stubborn boy. I quit, by the way. Officially."
"Good news," Amanda said, walking over and giving Randale a big hug. "You're no longer the craziest absent-minded man I know."
"I take exception to that," he said, finally calming down enough to speak. "As well as the filth you're tracking everywhere. Were you gardening?"