Chapter Fourteen: A Tavern Fight

Kilvic and his friends left the academy gate and chattered a carriage that took them into the city. The sun was nearing its peak when they arrived in the city and the buildings around them, as tall as the Carag hall, with glass fitted into their walls facing the streets, flanked them on both sides. Each one was separated from the next by dark alleys, and their signboards marketed their names in less elusory letterings than the ones that adorned their glasses.

Their carriage pulled to a stop behind a line of other carriages, and while the clacking of the horse shoes on cobblestone ceased, the clacking of horseshoes outside continued to litter the air. Stratin paid the man and they disembarked in front of a cobbler’s shop with a glass that portrayed a variety of shoes and boots that Kilvic decided to return for before the day was done.

They strolled the streets, subjecting themselves to the leisure of sightseeing. They engaged in easy conversations, witty banter, a