CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Miss Smith strode past Pennae and me. We looked at each other, and I shrugged before we followed. Smith led us past the front desk where she slightly inclined her head to one of the ladies, who returned the gesture. We strode out the doors and into the bright midday sun. My heart couldn’t help but leap a little. The hours were ticking away to the deadline of the dwarf king’s ultimate.
Miss Smith hurried across the courtyard, and we dove into the depths of the meandering streets. In a short while and after a half dozen turns, I found myself quite lost. Even Pennae peered around us with a quizzical expression on her face.
I leaned in close. “Do you have any idea where we’re going?”
She shook her head. “No, though the area looks quite… tired.”
She could say that
