CHAPTER TWENTY
Ethan led us through the dizzying maze of squalid buildings and into a messy business district. The rustic houses were replaced by just as rustic two-floor structures with false fronts, but not false pretenses as their weathered signs advertised booze from all kingdoms and all kinds of plants. I didn’t even recognize some of the source names.
The clientele strode and loitered in the streets, and one look at them told me I wouldn’t want to be out alone, day or night. There were men with peg legs, a few with some unsightly scars across their faces, and all manner of body adornment that shone through the patches in their worn clothes. I tried looking for the tell-tale sign of the gull, but everybody and their dog had a tattoo. I almost felt sorry for the little pug that p
