Deyni glanced through her second floor window above the bar of the Porthead Tavern and looked toward Cuffs. She wondered if the rumors of a bar war in town were true. The graffiti and broken windows she’d seen about town the past few days would seem to confirm it.
‘Mom might have been right’, she thought. ‘Perhaps living above a bar was not such smart decision. Still, I hope Miss Tesla is safe from all this.’