Chapter 7; The Quay Oric, Tami and Atticus sat in front of the Knap watching as three Red Hoods stern of face came galloping up the street and past them. It was a hot day, the sun baking the street, the docks bustling down the way, but it felt like the townsfolk were giving the Knap a wide birth still, Atticus had barely served a customer in days. Moments later three more hoods, Lom included, rode past. Drace the swordsman was not among them, they noticed, neither was Titus.
‘Now there’s six of them.’ Atticus said grimly. ‘This is like a bad dream, troubles’ coming, I can feel it.’
‘Just stay calm, use your head.’ Oric said quietly. ‘It’ll be alright.’ Not for the first time he wondered why he had come here, then he remembered he had nowhere else to go. Perhaps he should dig out that tre
