“I will?” She didn’t answer and practically galloped off down a street before darting down an alleyway, presumably to do changeling things. He looked around. The harbour of the merchant’s quarter was surprisingly empty this early in the morning, a few ships lying docked, with ponies, griffons, an odd minotaur or two ambling about their decks making ready to leave. Most of the ships he had spied on his first day in the city had already left, with none coming in since. Looked like nobody wanted to be trading here when the Black Fleet pulled out.