In the Season of Ravening Shadows
Dharmesh did not move from His seated position as Shovash entered the room, though He did turn His head to observe Her entrance. As She spoke, He nodded, sending a tendril of thought Her way. "Rowan speaks truly. This cell is funded by a number of wealthy individuals, but the largest contributors are, in order of significance, Urtar Blackfingers, a poisoner, Three-Knife Kelly, a local crime lord of one of the more prominent families, and Erran Scythehand, a local tattoo artist. Blackfingers would take too long to hunt down and break to be worth the effort for our schedule, and Scyhthehand's primary value would be the identification of more members. Kelly is the most logical choice of the three"
As He communicated, more than mere words were delivered. Images of the three people they were speaking of swam in Her mind's eye, an overhead view of the city with one building in particular shining like a beacon. As these images burned themselves into the memory of His equal, Dharmesh unfolded His legs and rose in a single liquid motion. "We have wasted enough time. Let us begin."
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