CHAPTER 63
“So this is Tak Tuzap’s house?” Najud said.
Dzantig, who had kept up a running commentary ever since they crossed the bridge and entered the densely populated main city with its busy morning traffic, wound down to a stop and gaped.
Penrys replied, “Can’t say for sure, but this is where he is, anyway.” She had followed her link to him, allowing Dzantig to steer her to wider roads whenever the direct route was blocked.
They stood together at the entrance to a samke compound that occupied a full block, just around the corner from another one of Gonglik’s many broad markets. The gates were open, and a steady stream of people passed in and out, and crossed the inner paths to the various buildings. Only a small portion of it was a family dwelling, the rest appearing to be warehous
