As the spy rounded the harbor, he tried to spot Guntar on his own because Menkar has said that his shop was at the very end of the line of shops. When he reached over there, the shop was closed. He went to sit by the harbor to watch the ships floating on the water, sailors washing the decks, some tying sails while others taking women in and out and talking bawdy.
"You are new here," a delicate voice made him snap his head towards the other side. A girl in a red gown with plunging neckline came to stand behind him. She caught the strap of her front laces in her fingers and swayed a little as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
The spy, a young lad, and a monk of so many years, was… charmed. "Yes," he breathed.
"Would you like to lose a few coins for this girl?" she asked, still swaying and smiling.
"I am in a hurry," he replied even though he really wanted to wedge himself between her and relieve his tension.
