ryan's bane

Saint Mishra, a Cortosi merchant vessel carrying precious cargo and passengers alike, was hiding. Hiding minerals, ingots of silver, gold and gemstones, brought from the mines of Liadain to the opulent leaders of Cerak At'thul. That is, if she could make it there. The captain cursed, while the...

And a port it had been. Even as the rising sun crept up over the horizon and between the tattered curtain, Cassian knew it was going to be a bad day. A weary intake of breath filled the man's nostrils with the indiscretions of the previous evening. The sweet sickly scent of liquor mixing poorly...