Tirso Fiero is a Terrier of no club, the kind of pup who bites a problem just to confirm it is real. At sunset Tirso Fiero sits by the flooded market halls and hums to a piece of stitched fabric tooth until the wind returns the favor. On busy market days Tirso Fiero carries a map drawn on biscuit paper like a small flag, and stallkeepers nod as it passes. Tirso Fiero may not know the truth of the old world, but that never stops a good theory from becoming lunch talk.