It was a short walk from the Serpent's Still to the Theatre District. Thirty minutes or so. Enough to warm up without breaking a sweat. But not long enough to figure out what I'm going to say to her, the Deva sighed, hands in her pockets as she strolled along city streets hewn from cobblestone...
Art by Sakulkarn Kunasawan
"Hear you're handy behind the counter, Syr," Mariel said, as she laid down a crate of spirits. The many colored liquids inside many colored bottles tilt and shift, as their containers rattled gentle to rest. "Bout as handy as you are with brewing?"
Matvi laughed...
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