Chapter 12: Talfryn
Ivels actually had gates. Not functioning gates, Talfryn noticed as they passed by, but the carved stone frames where gates used to be were still there. One Guard member was present, looking bored in a uniform that was faded from fuchsia and gold to washed out pink and tan.
“State your names and purpose,” she said when they approached. Talfryn thought he’d better handle it.
“Talfryn from Teorg and Akton from the mountains, here to buy and sell.” He smiled at her. “Unless we can trade up.”
“Go on,” she said, nodding them through the old frame. Talfryn caught Akton glaring at him.
“What?”
“Do you flirt with everyone?” he asked. Talfryn shrugged.
“She was all right.”
“She had to be forty!”
When Talfryn grinned at Akton he shook his head and turned away.
The stree
