In Clockhaven

As the day drew to a close, I stepped off the ship in Clockhaven to have a brief look about. I had not been in Clockhaven since a certain incident, and, as with other parts of New Babbage, much had changed.


Still, the winding streets surrounded by tall, ancient buildings were the same as ever, creating warren-like pathways through the city. After dark, one did well to be nervous.

The plaza was new to me, however, and a pleasant place to sit and watch people go about their business, whether it was shopping, building, or taking advantage of a secluded corner to arrange an assignation.

I stopped into a shop with a name well-known to me: Edward Pearse, Duke of Argylle. His Grace is apparently a collector with eclectic tastes. The shop is filled with curios, tastefully arranged.


As befits the name, Clockhaven has clocks aplenty, and I noticed that the time had grown quite late. I was in danger of missing my transportation to my next assignment, so I hastened again to the docks and caught the steamer just as it was beginning to pull away....