He walked through the dry, crowded streets of Bal Fell, glad to be among so many strangers. In the wharfs, he had no such anonymity. There, they knew him to be a smuggler, but here, he could be anyone. A lower-class peddler perhaps. A student even. Some people even pushed against him as he walked past as if to say, "We would not dream of being so rude as to acknowledge that you don't belong here." "I have gold for you," he said to her back. "If you will teach me the secret of breathing water." "I'll learn," he said, simply. "What's your name, boy?" "That's common sense," said Tharien.