“Slow down, girl. Why are you running?” An old woman asked me.

I had reached the southern village and I was heading to the dock to get a boat ride to the Highlands. I’d stopped briefly by an empty stall in the market to catch my breath when the woman showed up.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

She was standing in the shadows where I couldn’t see her properly but I recognized her voice.

“Lattie?”

She stepped forward and the moonlight shone on her face. She was staring at me with a puzzled expression.

“Do I know you?” She asked.

“Not in this life,” I replied plainly. “Where’s Albert? Do...