Response to first move
Without stopping for lemonade or conversation,
Kara leaves the boarding-house. Even the early
morning sun is ferocious, and the wind is blowing dust
everywhere. Kara hides her muzzle in her scarf
like the other few pedestrians on the town's main street,
hurrying from building to building. This is nasty
weather for sniffing out a trail. She enters the
tavern where she saw Tricksash last. The owner, Pete
Hospitaller, is talking to his only morning customer, a
Varagh, one of the carrouser's Kara saw with Tricksash last
night. The Varagh is munching on a plate of cold
sausages as they talk.
``... soon? " she overhears Pete saying.
``Back so soon? But I come here every three months like clockwork,
``I mean, since this morning? Did your wagon break down? "
``Are you delusional? I was here til 3 AM. I' assure you, I was in no
mood for early morning joyrides."
``Well, I know what I saw: you in your wagon heading south. There's no
mistaking that tinker's van of yours, nor that son-of-a-bachelor
one-eyed mule neither."