Kire snorted when Ruli pointed out just how little of a lead her description was. “Hm. A little coin could go a long way to finding some loose lips,” she said. “Even just rumors of such a place should exist and go around by word of mouth, especially if this had just started happening within the past six months.” She observed the houses, looked around at the festivities, and listened to Ruli tell her about the Gemini. Not too old? “Strange. That sounds too young. How did a Gemini without the years of experience even get here? Though that might explain the crudeness of the doll-making, if Ysaryn managed to escape.” 

Around them, women with flowers in their hair and pinned to their dresses talked excitedly about the wedding, and the arrival of the bride. Apparently, there will be a parade through the streets as Lord Itallo’s betrothed makes her way to the lord’s mansions along with her entourage. Talk around town was, from what Kire could gather at least, that the parade will happen in the late afternoon. “Maybe the bastard would show up then, if he’s confident enough to walk around out in the open like yesterday, and if he’s somehow in the city’s payroll,” Kire said. “We could get the supply run done first, maybe get some seafood again as a bit of  peace offering for Ysaryn. Then this parade, if you want to stick around. Or if you want to leave me to it, I can snoop around while the parade’s happening, and you go watch your sunset,” she said, gesturing at the general direction of the sea. “I know I just assumed your involvement in this.”