Violet
The boarding house was full.
The woman behind the counter had barely glanced at us before delivering the news. No rooms. No space. Try again in a few days, or find somewhere else.
The main door closed in our faces.
I turned to find Rowan already scanning the street, his expression thoughtful rather than concerned.
"We'll find something else," he said. "Let's explore a bit. We might come across other places. And I'd like to find a market."
"A market?" I looked at him.
He patted his bag. "Some of the currencies I have," he explained. "If I can find a black market to convert it, we'd have more options and freedom here."
"Convert?" I paused. "I don't think that is possible. And what are black markets?"
