Chapter 11
Whitecap had changed from the last time they’d been there. Gone were the colorful sails of the trading vessels and the happy banter of the fishermen toiling along the pier. The docks were empty of life, the ships barren of their colors and bobbing in the icy breeze coming off the water. Not even the seagulls could be heard screeching in indignation as they fought over stolen morsels. A pall hung over the usually boisterous town. A veil of shadow, like it had endured way too much recent sorrow.
Trystan glanced around in unease as they rode through the deserted, waterfront street, trying to pinpoint where his gut feeling of wrongness was coming from. Even the tavern where they had rested on their first trip here seemed to be closed for business though it was well into the aftern
