Of Scars and Steel

DragonBreath Part 4

Tora stepped off the barge with the weight of steel on her back and the scent of salt and soot filling her lungs. Oceanforge’s harbor was as loud and fragrant as ever: fish guts, wet ropes, spice smoke, and people shouting like they were all owed money.

She cracked her neck to the left. Then to the right.

“Gods, I hate boats,” she muttered, ignoring the s…