The small hours of the morning had just about come and gone – which meant it was the end of Quintilian’s work day. He came upstairs after overseeing the last opening and closing of the vault, gave Madame Junia a quick run down of the night’s lingering concerns, and headed out the front doors.
Where he nearly collided with a filthy young man, standing there and rummaging in his pockets. To say the stranger looked out of place on the marble streets of wealthy Minrathous was an understatement. Still, Quinn knew well enough that a few blocks deep, the city became much like any other, poor and dirty and dangerous.
The door crew really should have already done something about this. Quinn made brief eye contact with the senior guard who only shrugged sheepishly in response. He rested his hand on his rapier.
“Can I help you, Serrah? Directions to the nearest public baths, perhaps?”
Where he nearly collided with a filthy young man, standing there and rummaging in his pockets. To say the stranger looked out of place on the marble streets of wealthy Minrathous was an understatement. Still, Quinn knew well enough that a few blocks deep, the city became much like any other, poor and dirty and dangerous.
The door crew really should have already done something about this. Quinn made brief eye contact with the senior guard who only shrugged sheepishly in response. He rested his hand on his rapier.
“Can I help you, Serrah? Directions to the nearest public baths, perhaps?”
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