Llorn had trailed in the wake of the others, half-listening to their conversation that drifted between Tradestongue and the bird-like babble of the Spires. He only spoke when Heresh asked about his favored gems.
"Tiger's eyes and, yes, glass, blown is good. Although naturally dry sand is also a useful medium."
The rest of his time was taken up watching the rear. He didn't make it obvious, stopping at stalls to chat with merchants, especially the one selling fine quality cigars in their own humidor, sampling wares. But he constantly kept an awareness of what existed behind the ladies and gentlerat, and he never allowed his hand to stray too far from the weapons on his belt.
"Tiger's eyes and, yes, glass, blown is good. Although naturally dry sand is also a useful medium."
The rest of his time was taken up watching the rear. He didn't make it obvious, stopping at stalls to chat with merchants, especially the one selling fine quality cigars in their own humidor, sampling wares. But he constantly kept an awareness of what existed behind the ladies and gentlerat, and he never allowed his hand to stray too far from the weapons on his belt.