Sylvius

That asshole ought to teach the damned bird how to run the register, Hythar thought as he hurried into the back. He could crack the safe and make everything square. It was only fair, after so long. Finding the combination on a slip of paper was a cinch, and as he turned the knob he was sure that five minutes later he would surely be back in the market district, finding something fun to do for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe a trip to Hademar’s? That new quill of his was the talk of the town.