The man called Marley had been cautious than he had expected, rather than snatching the handful of scrip out of his hand he gestured with his fingers to indicate that one at a time should be handed over. After examining the first one holding it up with one hand he run his fingers up and…

Cris hadn’t been expecting to die in an alley. He’d ended up being beaten Lightly a few times and thrown out of his share of taverns but not like this. At least not in this way, drunk and broken as an extremely old man who had spent his last coin on alcohol which was strong…