This was going to happen. This was going to happen, and he had to keep him safe. What would make this venture unappealing to Nisa? Somewhere … gross. Unclean. That her beautiful pale dresses could not traverse unmarked through.

“Wednesday, sorry,” he laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets. “At that hole-in-the-wall tavern by the river. Lot of character there.”

And crime. Hopefully no one recognized him there.