Chapter Seven
Irinanda Falenia stayed in her shop until long after nightfall. The streets would be quiet; few people would be around to see her walking with her eyes half-closed, following a trail that nobody could see but her.
She’d found a reason to touch the poison-man, when he’d come to her shop before. Not much, and not for long - a mere brush of her fingers against his as she gave him the phial with the supposed ijgaroot. In doing so she had gained a glimpse of his thoughts; scant, but perhaps it would be enough.
An assortment of images had passed behind her eyes, flashing by so fast she had barely had time to draw meaning from them. She’d seen the bare trees of the forests outside of Ekamet, shrouded in mist; she’d seen a house, huddled low to the ground like a frightened animal;
