We landed in Claret Falls about five days after leaving Pertport. We actually left the ship anchored what seems fifty miles offshore. Too shallow to land at the dock or something. I helped row the boat, and I don’t think my shoulders have gotten that kind of workout in a while.
When we got to the dock (if you can even call it that), we started unloading these weird barrels in the middle of the night. I asked about the le Salyndri place the next morning, but it wasn’t much use. Never could get anybody to answer. Could be that it’s a solid town full of smugglers that don’t like to talk to outsiders. If that’s the case, I was lucky I wasn’t gutted right there in the street.
I had this man watching me for a couple of hours. He finally motioned me over after I gave him a couple of good hard looks. I saw his rose tattoo and I started wondering…And then he said Talya’s first principle. And then I mangled the second, but, either way, the man’s name was Marcais and he’s taking me on horseback to see a man called Daramonde.