Gridania’s a place where a child who steals a handful of seeds is doomed to live the rest of his cursed life as a brigand on the run. Poachers don’t get pardons- if they’re lucky, they get an arrow clean between the eyes and a swift death. And none can hope for an appeal, for the judge and jury don’t deign to talk to normal sorts.
So what’s a boy to do when it comes out that the folk who’ve been paying him on the side to play doctor get run out of town by the Adders for their lawless ways? He goes south. Past the poor sods gambling everything on a night in the wood walls of Quarrymill, past Buscarron’s last outpost of Hyuran decency, right under Camp Tranquil in the dead of night so the Wailers don’t watch him go.
Perhaps the boy cuts through the rotted remains of Amdapor on the way out. Conjury’s strong stuff, and he’d rather risk the miasma of spores and pollen than being seen by anyone inclined to stop him.
By the time he’s at Highbridge, the coughing fit’s almost over.
Since I drew Aumeric, it’s only fair that I also draw Ahlek’zi.