“Worshipers thronged the street. The smell of incense hung thick in the cold air. Simultaneously, the bells of several temples began to sound the noon hour. Jak turned and looked at Gale, his eyebrows raised in question. “East,” Cale replied above the din, “Toward the docks. Good a place as any to spend the rest of the day.” Jak nodded agreement. Picking their way through the crowd, they sloshed through Selgaunt’s bustling streets and headed eastward for the Wharf District. Gale smelled the fish... market a full block before they reached the bay. By the time they had reached the next intersection, he could hear the dull, inchoate roar of the market in full swing. Now ‘ midday, the bayside fish stalls teemed with people and overflowed with the winter bounty of the baysteelfin and cod, mostly. Customers haggled loudly for the day’s catch. Fishmongers affected pained expressions and counter-offered. Coins clinked and moved from hand to greedy hand. Selgaunt went about its business.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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