The flutist leads the way out of the tavern with the drummer close behind. The gang ponders their words for a moment before the barkeeper catches Shyan’s eye. “Aye, what’re you lot still doin’ here? The drink’s not flowin’ so you’d best be goin’!”
“I like this guy,” Fassn says, as the barkeeper ushers them from his tavern.
Standing in the dark street, the gang plans its next move.
“Well if we’re going to do this, we’d best get cleaned up,” Shyan says.
As dawn breaks over the city’s hidden horizon, the gang makes its way to a barbershop.