Chapter Thirty-Three
When Searon and his companions entered Meshsylic, they were exhausted. They’d traveled for several days to reach the city with little rest. All everyone wanted to do was rest.
The city looked a lot different than most of the other cities they had been in. It was one of the few port cities in Calthoria. Several neat rows of streets lined up, all ending at the docks. Searon saw several ships at the port and hoped they’d be able to find passage on one of them. But first, they needed rest.
He found a nice pub named the Blind Mule. After glancing to the others, he shrugged and entered. The atmosphere was relaxing, with someone in the corner playing a soothing melody on a gemshorn and a young woman on the stage wearing dark blue pants and top with an exposed stomach and a
