Seg the Bowman

Chapter ten

Chapter ten

Concerning an ob and a tocThe Rokveil’s Ank was not quite as bad as Milsi had predicted the tavern would be; not quite.

It was situated on a side turning from the Street of Anchor Stones, where the sidewalks were fallen away here and there. When the rains came the roadway became a quagmire so tenacious that even a Quoffa, hauling with might and main, would never shift his cart harnessed to him by chains. The papishin leaf roof resounded to the uproar. Inside the tavern the wooden walls seeped water. No one appeared to care.

No dopa was served here.

Seg would not have entered had dopa been served, not because he was too prudish ever to enter a dopa den but because the almost inevitable fights tended to a sad and messy conclusion. Dopa dens, as he had come to know, could yiel