Chapter 16
The rough path that led to Greenwater had turned into a well-trodden dirt road by the time they reached the outskirts of the town. It led to a narrow cobblestone street that meandered towards the centre of town. The streets were almost empty, the residents having retreated home for the night. Smoke rose from chimneys, and the three could hear the residents’ voices, slipping out from behind closed shutters.
The sunlight was slipping off the walls and leaving grey shadows in its wake when they reached the main street of the town. A half dozen inns lined the street, their doors open and casting cheery yellow rectangles of light into the oncoming twilight. Beyond the inns, the street turned to wharves and the large, grey swath of water that was the river Hawk, flowing east towards
