Roy stepped into the tavern in the middle of the marketplace. The same one, he and Katreena, had been in the day before. It was also the only business open after sundown. Groups of men clustered around tables with mugs of Alie, drinking away their hunger and laughing like nothing was wrong with the world. At one of the more crowded groups were the three men he had bought the cloaks from, who was holding court of their own with the coins they had acquired.

The short one ...