“Wouldn’t it be better to travel at night, out of this accursed sun?” Astrid snarled as she settled the last of the wine casks into the wagon, having no trouble hefting them given her brutish nature. She stepped back and wiped sweat from her face, flung it off her hands onto the packed stones at her feet, just off the dock. Galvaera, beyond fed up with her situation as it was, had little patience...
The morning sun was still low over the width of the Su’Ra River, and dozens of vessels crowded the invisible and rarely obeyed lanes of travel as they moved in and out of Kifu’Nemhat, the steady winds blowing in from the Sobe’kaimun Sea making travel upriver a mostly painless affair. Usually. Already the shimmer of heat on the far horizon to the south formed, the day’s scorching heat already well...