Chapter twentyThe smells off the river wafted rich and pungent even this early in the day. Slaves would be sweating their insides out all over the city, hauling and lifting, cleaning and scrubbing. The ever-present tang of dust in the air slicked a gritty film on tongue and lips. All in all, as we walked on to Queen Leone’s palace, an average day in Makilorn.
So this was all about the Shanks! Well, I suppose I ought to have known that, to have realized earlier that the Star Lords would not abandon the crusade we had struck up together to halt and throw back the reivers from over the curve of the world.
As for this fancy Caspar Del Vanian, Caspar the Peaker — the name Peaker made me imagine that he ought to run a chain of restaurants — his intrusion into the schemes was welcome and meant
