"Gaspare Fellows hung back in the shadowy corner of the Spear and Shield pub across from the army barracks and kept his eye on the two men. [...] He'd nearly reached the table where Lord Bolor and the lieutenant were sitting when Love let out a terrible screech and began to squirm and claw like a mad thing inside her pouch. Lord Bolor turned so suddenly Gaspare had to dive behind a wooden support beam to avoid being seen. When he gathered up the nerve to peer a round the corner of the beam, Lord Bolor and the lieutenant were heading for the exit. He flipped open the flap of his leather pouch and scowled down at the furry white face of his disgruntled pet. 'For shame, Love. You'll get us caught if you keep that up!'"
