Every city keeps a few men whose whole profession is putting things out. Ours used to be the lamplighters. Since C.Y. 427, Orienne has kept a second sort, who come round at night with a brass pole and a cart waiting in the street.

The taverns of Orienne are perfectly legal. The moondens beneath them are not. Archie Plume on moonbright, the only liquor in the Sable Charter that is a crime to pour, and the staircase six strangers have seen after the third glass.

Nine families, two guilds, and one signature scraped from every copy. Archie Plume on how the Sable Charter was founded, where it was really signed, and the name nobody will read aloud.

A river with a country attached to it. Archie Plume on the four regions of the Sable, the Charter with one signature scraped away, and the ancient stones that point somewhere other than the water.