Styrm thought back over those few weeks. He thought of Joz--not 'er name--and he thought of the suddenness of her disappearance. And of Taru's. He thought of Taru's note; short, empty of import until the unbalanced signature at the bottom, the conspicuously absent book.
"Said 'er name was Joz, and I'm thinkin' 'twas 'er what was lookin' t'take from a friend o' mine. Think it got 'er in some trouble. Maybe it don't mean much now, but 'e asked me t'look after 'er," he huffed. "An' I'm tryin' to."
Off to the side, a man stepped in a puddle. It sloshed and a light curse escaped him. He shut up and turned to the side, but he didn't move away.
"Said 'er name was Joz, and I'm thinkin' 'twas 'er what was lookin' t'take from a friend o' mine. Think it got 'er in some trouble. Maybe it don't mean much now, but 'e asked me t'look after 'er," he huffed. "An' I'm tryin' to."
Off to the side, a man stepped in a puddle. It sloshed and a light curse escaped him. He shut up and turned to the side, but he didn't move away.
