Wilwin Niles coaxed his horses off the riverboat. During ten days on the Ripple River there’d been little to do but watch his thoughts reflect off the clear waters below. He didn’t like what he’d seen, but he knew the killing had to be done.
His docking point placed him amidst the bustle of Lord Findly’s fish and agriculture trade centre. He was glad of the crowds despite the disguise he maintained. His sandy blond hair and grey eyes had appeared as a creative assortment of colours throughout the journey. When he had rented the boat, he’d been an old man, and each time he’d docked to exercise the horses, he’d transformed his looks. Now he convinced the world as only a Conduit could that he was brown haired, brown eyed, and stout.
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