
by Aquaojo
The city of Harrowgate sits at the edge of the sea and charges accordingly. Its militia is corrupt, its customs gate is a shakedown dressed as law, and its guards have seen every trick a traveler might try.They have not seen Aquaojo.A bald, red-bearded barbarian with an eyepatch is not, on the surface, an obvious candidate for a high elven disguise. Aquaojo has always found this kind of thinking deeply unimaginative. He has walked into dark elven capitals, ogre citadels, and nomadic tent cities under cover of borrowed identities, and the lesson every city eventually teaches him is the same: people see what they expect to see.Harrowgate is about to have its expectations managed.Harrowgate is a short story and the first in the Stories of Aquaojo series — tales of a rogue who has seen almost everything worth seeing and is still working on the rest.
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