"Actually, it's not a big deal if Priest Augustus sees you here, we can say..."
"If you're unwilling to help, then please keep your mouth shut, Detective."
Dorothy probably didn't want to leave a bad impression on the oldest member of the group.
Compared to Randall Valley, where it was snowing again and the whole city was covered in silver, Tobesk had only had two small snowfalls during the Sparse Star Month, so the streets were cleared early on. But the rooftops of Saint Delan Square remained silver-white, with icicles hanging from the eaves. Although trash bins lined the edge of the square, there were no stray cats or dogs in sight, and a snowman stood in the middle of the square, beside a frozen fountain with a girl holding a water jug. It was unclear who had built it.
The feeling of winter had not yet faded in the Northern Pearl.
