Noticed

A bishop of the Church of Storms? Judging by his bearing, he's probably a sailor who's spent years at sea... The captain of an official privateer?

Drawing on the eye she had developed during her month aboard the Future, Jane made her judgment.

She paid it little mind, though. She soon looked away, got her bearings, and left the docks.

The bishop with seaweed-blue hair did not seem to notice her scrutiny, as though she did not exist at all.

By then, clouds had gathered once more over sunless Backlund, and a light rain began to fall.

Jane frowned as she left the docks. She took an umbrella from her luggage and hurried around to a nearby street. Her almost transparent figure took on solid form.

She hailed a cab and set off for Bravehearts Bar in the Great Bridge District, taking in Backlund's streets through the sparse rain.

The Church of Storms still had a warrant out for her. She could not visit Abner openly.

Besides, she had promised to buy some materials for Nina and Frank while she was back. But Maric and Sharron were the only people she knew in Backlund's Beyonder circles, so she had come to find them first.

It was past eight in the evening when she entered the noisy, chaotic bar. With a Spirit Medium's ability to sense the dead, Jane spotted several zombie puppets after only a few glances.

She did not go to the counter to order a drink and ask around. Instead, she pulled down her hood to reveal her face, circled the boxing ring, and prepared to leave. She could wait in the cab outside for Miss Sharron or Maric.

Just then, the billiard room door creaked open. Kaspars limped out in a linen shirt, newspaper in hand.

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