Missoni (prime)/A Special Order

Missoni hurried through the Gate of Shadow and down Lornon Avenue, the row of temples at her right casting long shadows in the evening light. As she made her way to Tidewater Road, she heard Dibbles’ familiar voice calling down the street and joined the line of people waiting to enjoy dinner at his cart.

“Fair eve,” she greeted warmly. “I would like my usual order, please.”

The black haired-vendor nodded jovially, taking several flounder fishcakes from the cart and wrapping them in paper. Missoni handed over the silver, plus a bit extra. She glanced at the line behind her. It wasn’t a good time for small talk.

“I do not want to take too much of your time,” she said, “but I do have a special order.”

Missoni pressed an origami moonflower into Dibbles’ hand. He glanced at it briefly before pocketing it.

“Thank you!” she said cheerfully. “You can send someone to me, or I will of course see you tomorrow for my dinner and can retrieve it then.”

With a friendly wave and the setting sun behind her, she made her way back through the streets of South ‘Haven.

When the last customer gone and his cart was tidied, Dibbles produced the slightly crumpled flower from his pocket and unfolded it.

Dear Dibbles,
I am seeking information about “The Fatman and his Talon.” I heard “Talon” may have recently joined a crew out of Solhaven. Any information you come upon would be appreciated. Please be quiet and careful in your inquiries.
-MSF