Now I was safely home in Port Naain, I was wary about just picking up where I left off. After all, I’d left the city under something of a cloud with unpleasantly inclined people hunting for me. There again, I’d merely assumed they were unpleasantly inclined, I hadn’t waited long enough for them to prove … More Not particularly well liked
In due course, Balstep finished his performance. To be fair to him, he didn’t go on for too long, and he had enough decent material, so I felt it was a creditable performance. So to the tumultuous applause of his minions he climbed down to join them in the audience. I moved once more … More And home again?
As Maljie or any other temple warden will tell you, their duties are many, varied and onerous. Thus when Maljie was indisposed, (whether through illness, enforced penitential spirituality or some other quixotic entanglement, the burden tended to fall upon the shoulders of Laxey, the sub-Hierodeacon. Whilst the Shrine of Aea in her Aspect as the … More Sound familiar?
As I walked down to the town of Slipslade I pondered events. Whilst I dislike jumping to conclusions it struck me that Malinflua was obviously responsible for the missing gems, and my inspired guess was that she’d somehow passed them to Flobbard. Given his abilities I couldn’t imagine him having any difficulty swallowing them. When we arrived at the … More Working the crowd
I confess that morning, as I breakfasted on the steam packet, the Unrivaled, I awaited the rising tide with growing trepidation. Nonetheless, from my position aft of the funnel, I could see no suspiciously casual groups of overly muscled men moving in our direction. Indeed all our party arrived on time, boarded and we cast … More A Licence to Perform
I knew Desli Barqueal reasonably well. She was somebody I would say ‘Hello’ to when passing. Occasionally I would buy a pie from her, as she was one of the city’s wandering pie-men. In point of fact, in Port Naain the pie-men don’t really wander. There are places set aside for them along the side … More Trite Tales for Little People
I have done many things in my time, but I must surely be one of the few people who can claim to have brought the joys of civilisation to an entire municipality. Some kind souls have suggested that the place my benign influence has been most profoundly felt is Port Naain. Candour compels me to … More Bringing the Joys of Civilisation
It has to be said that I have always enjoyed immersing myself in the great bath at the Goldclaw baths. The water is heated by the next door Goldclaw Foundry and Metal Works so there’s plenty of it. Now one reason I specifically like this establishment is that they have a ‘washing baths’ that everybody … More Coming Clean
The events I shall now relate happened a few years after Illus Wheelburn made his escape from Prae Ducis, his fare funded by his production of maps of a distinctly spurious nature. People have commented, with surprise, that he produced maps of Port Naain, and they ask why? In simple terms, because everybody knows that treasure is only … More Knowing your profiteroles
It has to be confessed that there are times when the courts here in Port Naain are overloaded. This tends to happen at times of celebration when people drink too much. Or when the University announces just who has achieved honours this year. Or perhaps it is after a really large wedding, or funeral. Indeed … More Silent justice