5
The Oarlock
The Oarlock turned out to be a fair-sized Inn a block and a half away from the docks. Two stories tall, it was a simple building, and far from new, but it had obviously been well-maintained over the years by a very conscientious owner. A simple sign, showing a bearded man in foul weather gear pulling on the oars of a rowboat in rough seas with the Inn's name written in the waves, hung from a wrought-iron stanchion on the street.
Raedrick needed no directions to find it. He led Julian to the Inn's stables as quickly as if he had been going between the Constable's office and the Inn every day for his whole life. Julian thought he knew what made Raedrick tick after all the time they had spent together at the front, but his familiarity with the Vale and its inhabitants had com
