by Talula “Secrets are not good for the spirit. They cloud the heart and block the Light,” the bartender said in his thick, rolling accent. “You almost got your light blocked,” Talula spat back. “Lucky for you it worked out the way it did.” “Each day is a blessing,” Shaarubo countered. “You should have more trust in your family and friends.” Talula scowled at him and said, “No more tips for you.” She stormed out of the tavern and began wandering the streets of the lower city, considering the evening’s conversation.