The Jewels of Aptor

olden braziers perched on tapering legged tripods beneath plumes of pale blue smoke that lent thin incense in the

Then he scrunched his eyebrows together in thought, and at last shrugged

And not too neatly, either."

What's that supposed to mean?

I have need of one who thinks so meticulously and who delves into places where even my priests and priestesses do not go

You stick around

that we couldn't use up some of this silver on wine before we go

he said absently, following the rope rigging against the sky like black knife slashes on blue silk