Now there were trade ships arriving from the Beysib Empire loaded with goods, merchandise as often as not hawked directly from the boats, and the bargain hunters they drew were no different from the noisy, haggling crowds in the Bazaar proper. It used to be that the wharves were nearly deserted during the day between the time that the fishermen went out with the morning tide and the afternoon when they returned. He’d have to find another place to eat his lunch in the future if he wanted any peace and quiet during his midday break. Letting his tight-lipped frown soften into a twisted grimace, Zalbar shook his head with an inward sigh. The Hell Hound’s annoyance went unnoticed, however the pedestrian continued on his way without a backward glance, picking his way through the crowds. Zalbar bristled and glared angrily as a passerby jostled his back, nearly dumping his lunch off his lap and over the edge of the wharf where he sat. Edited by Robert Lynn Asprin and Lynn Abbey INTRODUCTION Robert Lynn Asprin
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