Misa blew out a breath, holding her tongue before she swore into an elderly woman pushing past her to get into the shop. Another dead end. It had already been a full day since she’d challenged the captain, and her hopes of gaining information from the locals were beginning to flicker.
Bunching her skirt in a fist, Misa made her way to the first bar she’d ever stepped foot in. It was rowdy and packed for lunch, but Misa managed to snag a seat at the counter where she’d met the barkeeper. To her delight, the same man greeted her from behind the wooden structure.
“A pleasure to see you again,” Kairin said, sending her a wink.
Misa smiled easily. “Yes. I’ve been meaning to come back again, but I haven’t had much time.”
“Ah. Too busy taking care of that brother of yours?
