Chapter 174 The Spark Of Fate

• Sheila POV
• The marketplace is alive with everyone moving fast, trading hard, the cold making every transaction feel urgent. The smell of roasting game floats through the frost, and underneath it the musk of too many wolves packed into too small a space, their breath clouding, and their voices overlapping. I keep my hood up and my eyes low from years of practice.
• I have three vials of fever tincture and two of the sleep draught Maren let me sell on my own account. Winter wheat, if I can get a fair trade. I'm calculating the exchange in the back of my mind, mechanically, the way I do when I don't want to think about anything else.