5
When Kamira and Veelk walked into the tavern in the poorest of Kaighal’s districts, few heads turned. So late into the evening, sailors and local thugs were too busy with their drinks to pay attention to new patrons, no matter how odd they looked, and too streetwise to stare at that oddness too long. In places like Seabird’s Spit, curiosity could quickly escalate to death, and that Yoreus chose such a place for their meeting served Kamira’s plans well. Last thing she needed was people paying close attention to her conversation with the mage.
As they made it between crude wooden tables, only a lone man continued to watch them. With his fair skin and blond hair, he couldn’t have been from Kaighal, not even from anywhere in Tyorane. She’d seen the likes of him in the past, when circumstan
