Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
“Nah, we don’t take much to the noctos here, and they stick to themselves, though we can often hear them mucking about late at night.” The man in the green floppy hat relit his pipe. “When they aren’t robbing our gardens and coops, that is. I don’t rightly know if they are trading or not. I don’t imagine so, seeing as most of them live in the same house. If you’re looking to trade with noctos, you need to go to McConnell’s post in Oakdale. That’s the main one in these parts, and is a mite famous for crossover time trading.”
Lanny dropped his cigarette butt and stepped on it. “Oakdale, you say? McConnell?”
“Yessir. About ten miles yonder, southwest. North of the lakes. Not to be confused with Oak Ridge, which is only half that distance. You still have plenty
