Did he want to leave the sea breeze? It was just going to get hotter inland … but the docks also stank with a vengeance.

That ship would not make port just to set straight to sail again, so at least there was that much.

He glanced to the bag. It looked heavy, and he was going to be hauling wine some time in the near future (hopefully). But young Priest here looked like a rapidly deteriorating tulip in all his black.

“I’ve got a moment,” he said, reluctantly. “Need help with that?”