*Lucas*

“You’re sure this guy is on the level?” Brady asked as we stepped into the seediest dump of a bar on the edge of the capital.

“Oh, I’m one hundred percent sure he’s not until I hand him this,” I said, subtly jingling a leather pouch of coins. Money wasn’t exactly something you wanted to draw attention to in a place like this.

“I suppose that puts everyone on the level,” Brady mused.

“Money ...