Dark storm clouds piled in the sky. The first rains hit as they made port at the cliffside port of Keyote. Dante flung his hood over his head and ran down the gangplank toward the nearest public house. Cee and Lew filed in behind him, cloaks drenched.Crewing and outfitting a boat to the Houkkalli Islands would have taken longer than the trip itself. Instead, they'd hopped passage on a merchant ship and arrived in port two days later. This time, Dante had made sure to get Olivander's approval on every aspect of the trip. It was funny. Had Cally still been in charge, the penny-pinching man would have insisted they take their own ship—Cally was already paying their people, there would be no sense dropping additional funds for travel via a third party—but if they had done so, the storm would have hit them mid-trip. At best, they would have been delayed by days. At worst...well, there was no reason to think of that.Lightning crackled across the sky. Dante ordered a pitcher of beer to help warm their blood.
