<br/><br/>In the dead of winter, not like there was likely to be anyone else on the rooftops over the squalid laborers' quarter. The only thing higher was a distant guard tower and the walls north that guarded the bay. The battlements had sporadic guards but the distance was too great to be a genuine concern. Peering over street corners at rusted cast-iron signs it was relatively easy to track down the correct address.<br/><br/><br/>