The streets were bustling on a lovely spring morning with only a few clouds in the sky. People hurried about their business, opening shops, setting up tables on sidewalks or just enjoying a stroll in the nice weather. Many of them were offworlders; Tommy could tell by their clothing. No dusters or leather boots for the Leyrians. Their short coats were made of some glossy material he had never seen before.
The Ragnosians were even stranger. By the way they dressed, you might think that every one of them had aspirations of becoming a walking road sign. Their clothing was often marked by incomprehensible symbols or words that Tommy couldn’t read. One man had a shirt with a picture of a flaming fist! What that was supposed to mean, Tommy couldn’t even begin to guess.
A few months ago, that m
