The Sleepy Gendarme is as its name suggests: full of half-conscious town-guard types slumped in their cups. Only a few crude wooden tables are jammed into the common area, and most have smelly men draped upon them.
With a quick word and the subtle clang of coins, Shyan earns the gang a couple of beds, but not before she casually catches a glance at the face of every sleeping guard, just to be sure there’s no one she recognizes. Cang, to be safe, double checks.
Logan Bright — Works 