Two Different WorldsChapter 9 In the Still of the Night
"Make way! Make way for the trade caravan!" The sentry in his tarnished breastplate strutted selfimportantly as he led the way into the raw, new village. Sullenlooking women with matted, straggly hair peered out of halffinished huts, glad of any diversion but not quite daring to crowd around the strangers. New as it was, without even a wall around it, the village already gave off a sour smell of dirt and garbage. "Who you got there, Kellan?" The hoarse voice came from inside the most...