After a moment, as Neve had promised, we were served a fulfilling meal. Seafood — not the best I'd had in Ealdrim, but it washed away the memory of the slop I'd endured at Gilbert's Inn like a cleansing tide.
We stayed around until later in the afternoon when Neve came around again. But this time, she didn't come alone. She came with a man.
The man was ordinary at first glance, but details stood out the longer I looked. He wore a long coat with a sash cinched at his waist, and his boots looked heavy enough to crack cobblestones. I pitied whoever those boots had stepped on by mistake. Let alone intentionally.
He had faded black hair that fell loosely over his face. His features were angled and narrow, with green pupils set calmly within them. His black coat had a dull red underlayer that caught the light when he moved.
A short, simple sword sat vertically behind his waist.
