Corbin walked with the easy confidence of a young man in the prime of his health. His clothing suggested a man of means though he lacked the arrogance that one generally saw with wealth. His hair was a dark brown, but the most notable thing about him was that his eyes were completely and solidly black.

"I want to see if we can find that little shop that sold the smoked surf fish we got last time. I tried to find it at home, but either they have a special way of smoking them, or the fish are just different," he said to the man beside him. "I don't suppose you remember where the shop was?"