The couple’s glasses were empty by now. Nanja slipped into her shoes, took the bottle and went to their table. “May I sit down?”
The two of them looked at each other. The young woman reached into her hair and twisted a strand around her fingers.
The guy nodded. “We were just wondering if we should talk to you.”
Nanja just raised her eyebrows. He should first explain that before she said anything herself. She filled both their glasses.
“We understand you need help,” he went on. The woman looked at the table as if she were embarrassed.
Nanja waited to see what would come next. But apparently it was her turn now. “One of my sailors is badly injured. Do you know a healer who would come with me?”
“Sondria has learned the art of healing,” said the young man. “By the way, I’m Wribald. We’re
