For two days, when the hostelier didn’t need her help, Irenya watched the hectic pace of the waterfronts. More merchants arrived, their families, their goods, and their marquees occupying every available deck space. Any local with a cart did a good trade moving all of it straight to the eastern outskirts of the town, where the merchants wasted no time in setting up for business. The town buzzed in anticipation. Mikey swaggered his way through the crowds as if he owned Tire. He harassed the merchants with threats of fines and infringement notices, prattling at them like a ten-year-old. They responded with respectful good humour.
Kael returned for his two-day rest and took up residence with Mikey. Irenya worried how the fleetwalker would cope with the psychotic episodes. Each evening had be
