The man on the dock wore a heavy woolen cloak that seemed to be made more of patches than the original fabric, and the cap on his head had seen better days. His face was weathered from wind and rain, and if you'd taken him to any dockside tavern in Blackwell, he'd have blended instantly with the crowd.
"Miss Lynnda?" The man on the dock asked, holding his lantern up higher to get a better look at the young women making their way down the creaking wooden pier. "Is that you?"
"Master Odhar," Ashlynn said with a smile. "This is my sister, Maelynn," Ashlynn said as they approached. "Thank you for renting us your boat on such short notice."
