The two escapees now rushed to the docks of Claville, followed by the old drunk. The waters of the great river Artavanus were glistening in the light of the morning sun, but this side of the docks was still quiet. Vadal knew there would be no fishermen here.
There was only one boat in the water, as always. Two big men were loading crates on it, while a smaller man watched over. Smugglers, no doubt, moving contraband east to Valgaard. Read the rest of this page »