Brittle knights be damned. Those no-town scum could carry
on across Great Town for all they wanted, so long as Balkey
was kept a chain’s length away, and they didn’t start any fishy
business. But this here: escorting fresh dolls from the frontline
about the city in naked daylight. It smelled something awful
to Balkey. He thought he’d need answers cuz his eyes were
telling him stories and mysteries. It ran in the family. He tailed
the two Pin guards and floated through the crowd behind
them like a dirt mote.
Two Pinnys and five Rags from the front. Yesterday they
had seven of them dolls total. Balkey were no good at math,
but he could count as well as any goon from the gutter. Pah.
Almost all of them, the Pin guards had. A stiff breeze blew.