Chapter 15He took Jer to a shop that those gainfully employed shoulders had likely never visited, despite years of living in the Isle; the secondhand business itself, on the surface, was of course entirely legitimate. This corner of streets and overhanging upper stories and half-blocked lighting tangled into a rat’s nest, though a tidy one, with fierce local pride. This wasn’t the worst part of the city; most people here did have jobs, even if those were the sorts of jobs that involved street-cleaning or re-selling old clothes or the rag-and-bone trade. Talis recognized the tavern on the corner; they sold truly awful gin and spirits, but a penny would provide a decent amount of oblivion.
Jer was looking around with the expression of someone who had not spent much time in the crooked lanes
