9
Brainstorm
"So what's the plan?"
Raedrick gave a little shrug of his shoulders and took a drink from his tankard. "The way I see it, there are only a few possibilities."
"Oh? I can think of dozens."
A long-suffering look was Raedrick's initial response. He raised one finger. "A disgruntled employee." A second finger. "Someone from the trading caravan."
Julian waited, but that was all Raedrick had to say. He snorted out a big exhalation.
They were back in The Oarlock for a late lunch of creamy noodles mixed with grilled fish, with a side of yesterday's bread. The crowd was not large, but certainly bigger than the taproom normally saw; the caravan men had not yet found the other establishments in town, or they simply preferred to remain in place. Either way, Molli could not
