The brush around us dripped with night fog; the grass clung wet to our boots. Kreeg, Valyan, Diken Graye, and I stood at the edge of a marsh and looked out upon the small settlement named Kellet’s Bay, which lies southwest of Trazull near the craggy tip of the Rosjavik Peninsula. It seemed a typical fishing village. There were no pirate ships anchored here, only skiffs and a few bigger boats. Already the lights were out or dim, though it was barely the sixteenth dhaur, when the drinking would just be starting in Trazull. But these were working people, with hands callused by fishing lines and the handles of scaling knives rather than the hilts of swords. They went to bed early, and rose before dawn.
Yet, there was also a temple to the Goddess Vohanna in this village, at least according to
