When she was a child, Wynter had always enjoyed being in high places. Climbing trees and scaling the old ruined buildings that had been in the city where she had been born. Her mother had often told her that had to have been a monkey in a past life. Now that she was older, it was still something she enjoyed.
She swung her feet over the ledge of the tall building, one of the richer ones in the city, a mansion owned by one of the richest nobles in Shadowfair. Vladimir Spencer, a businessman who owned a chain of shops that sold clothing made of the finest silks and fabrics that could only be found in the more exotic parts or jewelry made with rare gems and metals.
