The Harbor Watch Hall stood above the southern docks with its broad windows facing the sea.
Simon could see why the protectors had chosen it. From here, they could watch the shipping routes and reach The Wall without flying over most of the city.
The guard led him through a corridor lined with maps.
Clerks moved between desks, passing messages to waiting soldiers. No one raised their voice, but few wasted time either.
At the end of the passage stood a pair of open doors.
"They're expecting you, honored guest."
The guard bowed and withdrew.
Simon entered and to his disbelief and shock, a fist came at his face.
He turned his head.
Knuckles passed his cheek, close enough to brush his hair.
Before he could see the attacker properly, an elbow swung toward his ribs.
Simon blocked it with his forearm.
BANG!
His boots slid sideways across the floor.
Pain spread from his wrist to his shoulder.
What the-
