if I cross the line

NIKI

"Perhaps it did. I am glad if that is the case. The company has been quite nice," Niki says with a smile, pushing up his hood a bit to send rivulets of water falling from it where it has started to gather. At last they rumble to a halt just outside the thick of things, and Niki expresses his thanks to the driver and carefully gets himself down from the cart, shivering a bit and leaning more heavily against his cane, but once he starts moving properly he'll likely be fine.

"Ah - of course. Here," he says, reaching into his coat and fishing around for a few moments, before drawing out a slightly battered business card to hand it to her. Tastefully gilded along the edges, the original name has been criss-crossed out and replaced with Nikandr Volkov in neat print, with an address beneath it. "That should let you find me, though whether I am at home may be another matter."

Gesturing further into the village, he leads them among the clusters of buildings and stalls and onto well-worn cobblestones. As they go, he points out various businesses - inns, bars, cafes and teahouses that might need odd-jobs or might offer meals or a place to stay in exchange, along with a blacksmith, a leatherworker and a tailor. "Ah, and there is the Skyport of course. Up at the Observatory." He points above them.

my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!