.“Well, we shall have to put a stop to this thing’s capers then, Huxley, won’t we?”
Bullseye weaved back through the tables towards the entrance and just before he stepped out of the tent, he donned his little hat, slapped a handful of copper coins on the bar, barked once, and slipped away into the throng. Huxley nursed his wine for a little longer and listened to the sins he had consumed arguing about whether a South Paw could beat an Orthodox right hand.
Odhran was angry at the Parchment Man for speaking to him as though he were some sort of deviant, but he had had the last laugh on the dry old man. He had slipped a few quills into his pocket when he wasn’t looking. Armed with his new supplies, he pushed at the crowds when they dared to get in his way and snarled if they didn’t move fa
