"How's life going?" Gray asked, turning back to Andrei and leaning against the counter again. "It depends on what you compare it to. For me, it's pretty good. For others, maybe not so much. Order is maintained here by all of us, and our rules are simple: don't bother us, and we won't bother you. Our community doesn't belong to any 'denomination.' 'Inquisitors' drop by sometimes, but only to wet their lips—the guild's close proximity prevents them from running the show.
The owner smiled at the word "confession." Andrey guessed that was how he referred to the various groups.
"A guild?" Andrey asked with feigned surprise. "There's a guild here?"
"Didn't you know?" the owner glanced at Andrey with disbelief. "You're traveling and don't know where you're going?"
Andrei realized he'd screwed
