The northern depots smelled of grain before the buildings came into view.
Asa lifted her head.
Dry husks, dust, old timber warmed beneath a weak sun. She knew the smaller version of that smell from kitchen stores. Here it filled the road between three great receiving yards and followed the loaded carts through their gates.
Day four hundred and fifty-nine.
Fifth day out from Stonewake.
Remet stopped at the public arrival board, gave Brin the route book and let the younger man enter their actual time before anyone went looking for a seller.
Iven stood beside the packs while Asa read the storage marks.
There it was.
