The Wedding of the Age
(Among the notes of Sedulous Cormorant .)
We’re meant to leave The Harlequin Bird in Sajag.
Sajag is a small fishing village on the coast of an island in the Dreaming Sea. The place is a collection of huts and bare foot fishermen, without a functional fence and a dock made of ropes, kept floating by otter bladders.
It took me about an hour to wander the length of the huts, at a leisurely pace. This place is highly vulnerable to any kind of coordinated attack. The Liberators probably chose it either with the intention of raiding.
We intend to defend it as best we can.
Captain Sedulous Cormorant