Chapter Eight:Dandelion was surprised to find the tavern’s doors open, but not shocked the tables inside sat empty.
Soupbone had returned from his sentry station spread-eagle atop the next-door abandoned building. He stood at the bar, filled ale waiting before him.
Toady was in the back. The clang of pots and pans announced the barkeep’s displeasure.
“Have you given up your search?” she asked, stepping into the tavern. “Why are you here?”
He looked up at her, eyes heavy with melancholy. “When I was a kid, my parents moved a lot, but I always found them. This was the last place they settled. I never left.”
Technically the man answered the question, even if it wasn’t the one she meant to ask. Not that she cared why he stopped watching the floating islands, she only meant it as small tal
