"It is a gate, more importantly, a gate we can enter," Rumi says with a shake of his head.
"Why the fuck would I go to Shalamanda if the gate is right here"?
Within the Tavern dubbed 'Left-Turn Inn' a group of thirteen drink red hiski under the envious gaze of travelers and hunters.
"House Kiseson has taken hold of it, and I know you won't go back," Efnem says with a knowing smile on her round face.
"Stop wasting time, just give us a number," a grey hooded figure says with a slap of the table.
Rumi smiles instead of wincing, his ploy to raise the price on his head didn't work.
"I'll take thirty percent" his words make everyone draw a sharp breath.
"Deal," the hooded figure says.
Rumi slaps the table as well and chuckles.
"Don't get full of yourself" Efnem says with a scowl.
"Calm down, I'm sure you looked for Augmentors and couldn't find them, to top it off no more slaves for you 'nobles'".
