From publisher blurb: If you’re traveling Pasvern Street, bring sharp blades. It’s dangerous in Plemnemy Wood, what with all the brigands. But when you’re halfway between Lomlecht and Valenrac, you’ll have a smashing place to stop and rest for a day or two. — Aedan Freethy, Mercer Along the ancient highway the locals call Pasvern Street is a coaching inn. Popular with merchant caravans and groups of pilgrims, the Wagoner’s Rest is built on an old Imperial waystation. A collection of tankards from many lands sits upon a shelf behind the bar. The drink flows freely, the food is magnificent, and the company usually congenial — if the power-hungry chef can avoid overreaching his sorcerous abilities.