The street was almost empty when the two left "The Laughing Dolphin." The sea breeze blew strongly, carrying with it the salty smell of waves crashing against the rocks below. The lanterns swayed on the iron posts, casting long shadows on the wet cobblestones.
Bellatrix adjusted her hood, her gaze always watchful, assessing every face that crossed their path. Samira, on the other hand, seemed far too relaxed—walking with her hands behind her head and a lazy smile on her face, as if they were simply out for a stroll.
"Honor, work, and truth," she scoffed, repeating Garron's words. "Sounds like the motto of someone who's never really gotten their hands dirty."
Bellatrix didn't answer immediately. They climbed a small slope that led to a stone bridge, from where they could see the entire harbor. Ships came and went under the moonlight; the reflection of the white sails shimmered on the dark waters.
