Holding my ribs I stepped into the main drag. My nose was well and truly broken and the rest of me was not feeling so hot. Still in the Old Town so ducking into an alley away from the crowds for some quick triage was a bad idea.
Heading towards one of my old watering holes, the Rusty Duck, I kept my head down and thoughts churning. Winding my way through the drunks and hopefuls looking for a score I made sure I did not meet anyone’s curious gaze. My ruined face was enough that the Stars or the Finches would……