John sauntered down the road, hands in pockets, wondering where he could get a bite of stew or some freshly baked bread at this hour. The outskirts of Radasanth moved past him slowly as he walked. If he made his way closer to the inner city the more wooden buildings would give way to stone, and the cobbled streets would be paved with flagstones. Jamie frequented those parts of town often, catering to clients as she did, though all business was in a slump in the aftermath of the magical explosion that rocked Corone's capital.

All business save construction, at least, the half-giant thought, catching glimpses of far-off scaffolding between buildings. They were going up fast, he mused.

John turned his thoughts back to finding some food and a good drink. It was late afternoon, but taverns would be opening or open, with warm food. He rounded a corner just in time to see a huge wolflike figure disappearing through the open door of the 'Bounding Tankard'. John frowned.

If fenn's back in town and didn't tell me, he's gonna be in trouble, he thought, almost having to duck his head as he approached, his head nearly brushed the hanging slab of wood depicting a tankard, with comical arms and legs, carved to depict it, well, bounding. He did have to duck his head for the door though, and hoped that Jacques had some good grub.