Still in winter, the New Year started with the story of a mage, unfortunately of one who was an agent, though not at all bad, but shrewd he was. He was one of those innocent boys, who had nothing but to prove their worth in spycraft.
These were nothing but orphans who took to dwelling on the streets, after they had lost their parents either during the War of the Seven Claws or to famine which had followed thereafter. At the beginning of the famine rumours were spread wide that something was going on below the city. Beggars even reported from strange tidings that human voices were heard from down the sewers. Good Belur had once said “there are dark things going on, my lad. I mean not only skewers are a-bustling through the narrow tunnels, but something greater stirs in the waters, if you take my meaning!” He had sucked in the air sharply as if he had been standing in the sewers right that moment and had seen a dark creature shuffling past. He had stared wildly and moved unco