Then there's nothing she can do. Tertia looks around those assembled faces - all of them human, none of them mages, not one on her side - and knows there's nothing she can do about this. Not here and not now.

So she lowers her head. It will be the case that people will die. Friends will die. And she knew when coming to Riftwatch that she would no longer be fully able to choose her targets. She'd thought of it in terms of letting slaveowners and evil men go free - but it is true, too, that she will likely have to watch good men be killed.

"All right," she says, her voice very soft. And she says nothing more.