5. In the Blind Night
"Cursed squalling!"
Violins screeched in The Moon-high Wharf, hurrying the two Pelargir guards along their night watch. A quick eye and light cast down alleys for troubl—
Something towhead froze.
"Hoi!" Haldarion called. The boy shrank, trembling. Haldarion grabbed an arm, hard, shook, demanding, "What's your business? Well?"
"Hal." His partner intervened; the boy fled before his look.
"What? Little Longneck lice–"
"He's mute," Ambarin interrupted. "Harmless. Lives somewhere" – he gestured towards The Bottle – "with his sister."
Haldarion eyed Ambarin speculatively. "Sister, eh?" Ambarin said naught. His partner snorted, then clapped his shoulder. "Fine. Let's go!"
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon
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