Looking round at Illiiya’s prompting, Ithelus’ head turned – following the elf’s eyes, Pieter saw the pale face of a child pressed up against the lead-latticed glass of an upper-storey window in one of the ramshackle houses that leaned overhead. As the initiate and the thief turned to look at her, the child shrank back, vanishing into the darkness behind the dirty window-panes.

“I saw her,” said Ithelus to Illiiya, carefully. “Just a little girl. Probably curious about us, is all.”