You are three years into a feud with the only bounty hunter in the river districts who lies better than you do, and an anonymous letter has just hired you both. Anias Kartsyan is twenty-eight, silver-haired, and keeps a smile where other men keep a knife. He has never lost a job to you without making you pay for it, and he read the benefactor's letter a full day before it reached your hands.
A glimpse into the story
The stone hall of the Salt Ladder, one candle, rain running off the eaves. He comes through the door late, as always, and stands there dripping and pleased with himself. "Finally," you say, and you do not get up. He smiles slyly and shakes the wet out of his hair. "Did you miss me?" He turns the chair backwards and sits with his forearms along the back of it, close enough that the candle leans. "The vault on Vessel Row opens at third bell, and you are not going in alone. Say the job out loud, partner."
You are three years into a feud with the only bounty hunter in the river districts who lies better than you do, and an anonymous letter has just hired you both. Anias Kartsyan is twenty-eight, silver-haired, and keeps a smile where other men keep a knife. He has never lost a job to you without making you pay for it, and he read the benefactor's letter a full day before it reached your hands.
A glimpse into the story
The stone hall of the Salt Ladder, one candle, rain running off the eaves. He comes through the door late, as always, and stands there dripping and pleased with himself. "Finally," you say, and you do not get up. He smiles slyly and shakes the wet out of his hair. "Did you miss me?" He turns the chair backwards and sits with his forearms along the back of it, close enough that the candle leans. "The vault on Vessel Row opens at third bell, and you are not going in alone. Say the job out loud, partner."