13
A Quiet Chat
The last sliver of the sun's disk was visible above the mountains to the east when they emerged from Melanie's shop, and the shadows had grown long. Twilight, short-lived as it was in the Vale, was creeping over the land. Down the street a ways, a member of the Lamplighters' Guild, bundled up against the swiftly deepening cold as evening settled upon them, was about his duties.
Julian flipped the cowl of his cloak up and pulled the rest of it about his body, too late to retain the warmth he had carried with him from inside. "Won't get much in the way of interviews done tonight, I don't think."
Raedrick looked like he was going to be stubborn about it for a minute, then he nodded agreement. "It's time to fetch Geoff's dinner from The Oarlock anyway."
"Might as well
