You were far from home—dangerously far. The Little Palace and Ravka was just a distant memory as you walked the damp dark streets of The Barrel. You clung to your coat, looking all around you for any possible threats. It was like they could see right through you—like they knew what you were.

Suddenly, you collided with a solid form. You almost thought it was a wall, until you looked up. Blond hair, pale blue eyes—tall. You froze. He was obviously Fjerdan.

“I’m sorry.” you tried in Kerch.