271 - Things Happening on Healer's Island

I sat at a tiny table in the open balcony of our room, with a glass-shielded lantern giving me light this evening. The breeze off the water was soothing, rustling in the narrow leaves of the trees all around the hostel. The long term residences in Sailortown were as open and full of plants as the University, even in the lowest, most raucous parts of the foreign enclave on Haiu Menshir. I