“How far to the bakery?” asked Danica.
Charlaine’s gaze swept the area. “Over there, I think. We’ll take that road. The shop looked to be only a couple of blocks from the docks when the fisherman pointed it out from the Constance.”
Constance“That’s still a significant distance. How do we find what we’re looking for?”
“You’ve got a nose, haven’t you?” asked Charlaine.
“Of course, but what has that got to do with anything?”
“He’s a baker, remember? Let the smell of fresh bread guide you.”
Danica smiled. “Clever.”
The streets of Alantra were busy as people wandered in and out of shops, going about their business. It was a scene common enough to many of the great cities of the Continent, but whereas the presence of soldiers in Rizela was a comforting sight, here, they were oppressive.
