Chapter 137

• [Carnelia]
• To the casual outside observer, Emerald Cove is a raucous place that never sleeps--especially on a festival day when the streets are crowded with visitors. Lords and ladies, thieves and concubines, traverse side by side, enjoying the tastes and sights of a town taken over by debaucherous frivolity.
• On days like this, it is not unusual to find a man stripped of his dignity with a smile from ear to ear lying in a pool of his own shame.