The crescent moon hung low in the night sky, a chilly wind sweeping over the city of Hedrovan. Autumn was nearly over, and the end of the season brought with it a slow-down in trade. No one wanted to sail the Sapphire Sea during the stormy season.
An arrow landed in the mud without a sound, and once it settled into place, the Sonic-Sink within it created a region of utter silence.
In unrelieved black from head to toe, Tommy stood upon the roof of The Golden Sunset. He had placed the arrow directly in the middle of the inn’s backyard, halfway between the barracks that housed the women slaves and the barracks that housed the men.
The Golden Sunset.The only light came from lanterns that were hung above the doors on each of those small outbuildings, one to his left and one to his right. He
