With the heat, few of the peddlers and vendors remained, and the low stone wall that surrounded the near-empty square was vacant. Topped with redstone with rounded edges, the wall was a good place for sitting and resting, and there had always been a beggar or two there. Today, there were none. Past the square another hundred cubits or so was Hyesal's apothecary shop, clearly marked with the crossed pestles above the door. But the door was boarded shut. Kharl wondered if the apothecary had died, or had fallen victim to Egen and the Watch. He kept walking, turning southward at the next corner, so as to head back in the direction of the envoy's residence. For the moment, he had seen enough.LXVIIllalfway through the early-evening meal, Kharl cleared his throat, then waited. "We're going to the White Pony tonight," he finally announced. "Right after we eat." "Sounds like a tavern or an inn, ser," offered Demyst. "A tavern, mostly, and it's not all that good.
