The sound of Valira's hooves against the dark stone pavement of the capital of Terminus was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, but it failed to drown out the sense of unease simmering in Kai's chest. They had left the customs warehouse behind after a mechanical and efficient unloading, leaving Lint and Nick submerged in a sea of scrolls and wax seals to collect the rest of the silver. Now, the elite team moved through the city streets, a metropolis that felt like a living but diseased organism, where the air did not circulate but instead crawled with a heavy scent of saltpeter and metal.
"We need a place where we aren't watched as much as we are now," Thorne whispered. "This place... the air is even heavier, Boss."
"It's the harbor," Kai replied. "We're in the port district."
