The city was bustling, filled with merchants unloading goods, sailors drinking and gambling in the open streets, and townsfolk bargaining over the freshest catches of the day.
Alaric tightened his grip on Salviana's waist as they walked past a particularly rowdy group of sailors shouting over a card game.
Jean looked around with interest. "Damn, this place is alive. I see why he praised the place but I wonder why he had to come poach us."
Their guide turned slightly, flashing a grin. "Wyfhaven's famous—it's always moving. Merchants from all over trade here. Money flows, and if you know where to look, opportunity does too. But it's too expensive, people don't come while you lots looked like you could afford luxry"
Lucius gave him a sidelong glance. "You seem to know a lot."
"I make it my business to." The man chuckled but didn't elaborate.
