‘Hadrian,’ he nodded, the casual offering was unexpected but not unappreciated after the bleak, unbearable formality of party etiquette, ‘Alrigh’, Hadrian.’ Monty turned back to the view.
‘I’ve only ever imagined a view like this, don’t get none where I’m from,’ he smiled but his eyebrows fell contrarily, ‘It’s down there, see? That whole bit up in the north part o’ town, where there ain’t no lights, ‘cause no one can afford candles,’ he sighed and shook his head despondently, ‘Ain’t no one goes in that part o’ town what don’ have to and there ain’t nothin’ there what anyone who don’ live there need. It’s stagnant,’
The glassworker pointed out at the sizeable section of city, cloaked in darkness. The house in which their party was being held, in which the rich and regarded were circulating and negotiating, was, as with most of the wealthier households, located further up the foothills at the base of the Zastoskas so as to avoid the hustle and bustle of the city, and the pervasive odour of fish. Its height afforded it a grand view.
‘Then you move south an’ things get so much better, don’ they? You see the lights all down the Market Road? And then there,’ he nodded westwards, ‘the university, sittin’ squat and proud like some big bloated beast, ah. Not that the school ain’t done a lot for us mind,’ Monty swiftly added with a look to his acquaintance, ‘Without it we’d just be some tiny, backwater fishin’ post. Or not even that, I s’ppose, ‘cause if it weren’t around before the Valterrian, the city wouldn’t have been so strongly built, right? An’ we’d have gone down with the rest o’ the world.’
Montaine paused and his eyes drifted out, past the houses, the streets, the docks and into the bay. Leth was shimmering on the surface of the bay. The sky was clear of clouds tonight and the stars pinpricked the blackness of the sky.
‘You’re a scholar man, you know much about stars?’