—9—Backtracking to Keep the Search Going
The Port of Mudwall didn’t even live up to its unimpressive name. It wasn’t much of a port; the rickety wooden dock could fit no more than two modestly sized ships. The mudwall itself, in theory a 20-foot-tall earthen city wall, had never actually been constructed, and was only hinted at here and there with 2-foot-tall humps surrounding about a third of the city.
Frank stepped over the dirt hump and made his way to the sole shop in the city, with Notation and Socks trailing along behind him.
As they entered the store, the shopkeeper’s face transformed from surprise to outright delight with the progression of a powerful sneeze. He knocked a stack of carrot-themed tourist pamphlets off the counter as he ...