“Where are we going?” she mumbled, attempting to sound drowsy and not really faking it.
“Somewhere safe. You can stop your acting now if you wish.”
“She isn't acting, pirate,” Lorn defended her.
The area they were passing through now seemed a bit warmer, and lighter. There was an inner glow from the houses that set them at ease. Chickens pecked and clawed at the dirt, searching for a meal, ignoring the passers-by. Wooden gateways and fences sprung up for no other obvious purpose than to just block the way, and the pirate, for that was surely what he was, dodged surely around them, following the track where the cobbles were shown underneath the dirt and refuse. They stepped over a pile of clothes and were presented with a light wooden door that was obviously intended to look shabbier tha
