Page 18 is up. Blaise is off like a shot as the thugs give chase. His path takes him along Dock Street which is cluttered with the stalls of the various peddlers and merchants that gather down by the riverside docks. Many of the fishermen are selling their catch fresh off the boat. Now you may be thinking “Oysters? Why oysters?” I have my reasons. Reasons other than I think it’s humorous. I’ll explain why I tossed in an oyster cart in next week’s almanac entry.