| You push out of the swinging door of the tavern. There is a slow, soft rain outside, and the sky is a blue-grey of over-used soap. The cobblestones are muddy from days and days of rain, and you can see at least one wagon stuck in the muck, the driver putting wedges underneath the wheels. Traffic is otherwise light, most people driven inside by the damp and the cold. "Evenin'." The voice is female, and gravelly. You look up to see the Captain of the Guard walk briskly by, her knee-high patrol cat slinking along at her ankles. Her stiff red uniform is stark against the grey buildings and grey road. You notice one of the throwing knives in the set on her belt is missing. Do you want to: Go to the Palace Go to the Market Go back to the Drunken Spider |