In which the luck moves roughly around Mar Tyn eys’Ornstahl.
We have seen one of the gambling Hells of Solcintra Low Port, and a luck-for-hire, before, in “The Beggar King”.
The detail about the Luck being provided with “as much cold tea as you can stomach” is specific enough that it has to mean something. I presume that the idea is camoflage; unless closely inspected, a glass of cold tea would look much like the glasses everyone else is carrying, while being less likely to impair the drinker’s wits at a time when he needs them to stay sharp.
It’s interesting that Mar Tyn suggests that nobody would pretend to be a Luck, because the Luck who Daav met in “The Beggar King” was almost certainly not the genuine article. (If she did have a genuine gift, it must have had a very broad view of what was good for her, even more so than Mar Tyn’s gift which gets his arm broken for him.)
(Then again, it’s never been said that a Luck’s gift is working for the good of the Luck…)
I suspect Ahteya’s stolen child will play a part in the narrative before it’s over. (That’s partly the law of conservation of detail, and partly because the person on the front cover clearly isn’t Mar Tyn.)
Another thing I expect is that at some point we’ll hear the rest of Mar Tyn’s interrupted train of thought regarding the fact that he had a better use for his money than handing it over to the thug in the stolen jacket.
I had carefully refrained from developing any expectations about who this story would be about, so the appearance of some familiar faces toward the end of the chapter was a pleasant surprise.