Chapter 9 The Port HeresyThere was no second tide yet, but the sky was darkened as dusk by the storm. A fleeting drizzle started to rain again as a strange mist rolled over Plexan Pier. The harbour master made some tea to cut his rum and ordered the lanterns to be lit, but as captains and merchants retreated to their ships or gathered in taverns until the gloomy weather cleared, business on the waterfront become slow. There were only two complaining watchmen and a few stragglers left on the salty avenue, so no one noticed that the two Westerners swiftly slipped past the harbour's hut and past a row of faded boathouses.
Satisfied with Casimir's mysterious fog, Shainé pats him on the shoulder confidently, but she quickly becomes reserved and quiet. They waited at the port until it crossed t
