Chapter 2
ng in Astibar. enuous comfort of sed to figure out, about tle from no arrogant red-maned creature back in the rehearsal room.
If only s so depressingly tall, . Morosely templated imes sake.
quot;S; someone said.
iturned to cope able aspects of being small and looking very young while drinking alone in a sailors bar.
reassuring. ioner er radiating at emples. Even so: quot;t; Devin said, quot;but Ive most of my otle left and I prefer o being one for sailors. Im also older than I look.”
t;In t case,quot; ;you can give me a drink if you like my t age sooner tibar, master of t in from do in tregea.”
Devin grinned and stretcoo croo botrying to catc ing to signal the man.
quot;Ill be o stle ; o Rovigo, quot;to be well pleased if you press your daugraveling musician.”
quot;My ; said Rovigo feelingly, quot;urn ponderous cart one.”
Devin ;t bad?quot; ;A least drink to your safe return from tregea, and in time for Festival by a fingernail. Im Devin dAsoli bar Garin, at your service.”
quot;And I at yours, friend Devin, not-as-young-as-you-look. Did you rouble getting a drink?”
Rovigo asked shrewdly.
quot;I of more doorals kno; Devin rase tannery stencside ill painfully discernible. quot;t or my tenth choice as a place for drinking a flask of wine.”
Rovigo smiled. quot;A sensible attitude. ill I seem eccentric if I tell you I alraigo me. tells me Im back.”
quot;You dont like the sea?”