It was raining in Braavos. It was always raining in Braavos. At one time that had been a selling point.
Braavos, the foggy swamp where no fire-breathing flying lizards will kill you and enslave your entire family and force them into volcanic mines! I was reluctant to admit it was a decent pitch.
As I walked along the canal trying to step over the puddles that dotted the stone path the amulet I was holding twitched.
The movement was a little stronger than the last time, the closer it got to the turn of the tides the stronger my tracking spell got.
At the moment they changed I could have found anything, but that one moment of clarity was drowned out by the rest of the day’s slow moving water grounding out my spells.
I was close though, the item, a shipment of silk stolen off of a quay was on this island. I turned to the slight man who’d been following me as I tramped all over Braavos “We’re near.
If you want to get any of your buddies, now’s the time.” The guard of the silk’s nominal owner nodded but didn't make a move.
“Your boss hired me to find the cargo, aren't you going to get it back?”
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