The first ferry into Kirkwall comes very early. Derrica knows this because there have been times in which she has waited for it, scuffing her feet on the dock, prepared to slip into the Gallows as if she had been there all night.
She not, however, taken the first ferry into Kirkwall. The city is very, very quiet, and the wind is bitingly cold even through the heavy weight of her cloak. A few Lowtown stalls are opening, and a trio of gangly teens are extinguishing torches in the greying dawn, but otherwise all is still.
It occurs to her that she hasn't planned this very well when she approaches the darkened tavern. But though the door is locked one window is cracked open, and she spills in over the ledge before taking the stairs two by two to rap on Loxley's door and hope he is at home.
backdated a smidge to the beginning of the month.
She not, however, taken the first ferry into Kirkwall. The city is very, very quiet, and the wind is bitingly cold even through the heavy weight of her cloak. A few Lowtown stalls are opening, and a trio of gangly teens are extinguishing torches in the greying dawn, but otherwise all is still.
It occurs to her that she hasn't planned this very well when she approaches the darkened tavern. But though the door is locked one window is cracked open, and she spills in over the ledge before taking the stairs two by two to rap on Loxley's door and hope he is at home.