Tyfiyah strode swiftly through the streets of Væringardt. Now at last settled in the Northern capital, she’d finally been able to see to her affairs and gather information about her would-be protector, Mors Karrig. After learning the location of The Green Lord, an inn and public house in a rough quarter of the city, she’d made up her mind to make an appearance to present him with a personal summons. If she’d let herself f...