Chapter 19
The town of Trudid was quite small, and its crowded, narrow streets were difficult to navigate amid the townspeople going about midday errands and visits. Iellieth took in as much of the commerce as she could, delighted with the rare opportunity to see what most would consider to be commonplace interactions: people purchasing candles and soaps, haggling over fresh produce, or ordering horseshoes from the blacksmith.
“Are you sure this is the right place, lady?”
“What do you mean? We passed the sign on the way in, marking the town.”
Marcon scowled as a horse clomped past. “Not even separate lanes for equine and foot travelers.”
“What were you expecting?”
“Some semblance of civilization, for one.” He shook his head at a woman offering glass jar candles and scanned a row of p
